life is turning into an overwhelming struggle, an everyday battle that i feel left alone and completely unprepared to fight.
where’s my army? where’s my band of brothers? (most of them, awol, i fear, gone bamboo, off lurking in their idyllic hideouts.)
i never said i’d be easy. i never promised not to be a complete disaster. i thought i held up a big end of the bargain. i lived.
that didn’t end my war though. so where are you? i’m not asking for your sympathy, your understanding, your tears. i just want your help. and if you can’t find your way to here to offer it, then let me come to you.