I don't even know how to put a word or a group of words to my feelings. There are too many.
What helps?
I sit on a couch. Watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. Watching Psych. Watching anything that can take my mind off of everything. I eat but I'm not hungry. I laugh but it takes everything in me to. I listen to music but I can't sing. That's the scariest thing. I feel like my singing thing, whatever it may be, has died a little bit. I can mouth the words real good and sing under my breath, but can't sing like it comes from my soul. Singing would mean things are okay and I'm okay and I'm happy somewhere on the inside.
Dear Kendall... I hope it doesn't bug you that I just read every single one of your blog posts. What can I say? You inspire me and bring me to tears. Add me to the group that doesn't know what the deal is but is praying for you. I'm pretty sure I went through the exact same emotional thing this summer. I lost my music, I became apathetic and doubtful and jaded. Agh ok I should shut up but just know that I am praying you through, dear sister.
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