Sometimes I just want to break free from this life. Sometimes I urge to be reckless. To just not think at all. To run and only look back when my heart wants to. My heart hurts. And I try as hard as I can to stop it. To be happy. But my anger and sadness over takes me. And its frustrating. I am sick of being who I am. But today, I saw one person, didnt really speak to them, but saw their face and its the ounce of hope I needed. They probably know who they are, or possibly not, but their face and strength and prayer helped. A lot. I drove home Lauren today and told her the basics of my life right now. And when this person walked by, it felt...okay. And even though I am slowly loosing my mind and friend, I am trying my hardest to remember I am blessed.