I’m not sure why or what caused it. But from the moment I woke up until my head finally crashed onto the pillow, I didn’t feel like I mattered. It’s might be cliche, but it was such a “Something’s Missing” day. There was no reason to feel forgotten. I have a family who loves me, some of the greatest friends a girl could ask for and a wonderful boyfriend. But sometimes there is a short circuit between your brain and your heart. No matter how logical and sensible your brain is, when your heart hurts… your heart hurts. And no amount of reassurance and verbalization of your acceptance and belonging in this life can heal the self-perpetuated heartache known as insignificance.

These are the days where you pray for rain and a day off from civilization. Instead, it was a normal work day. A day where I had to interface with all of the usual people while wondering if I meant something to them. It’s morbid, I know. But who hasn’t wondered how people would react if you weren’t around. Now don’t get me wrong I wasn’t pondering jumping off a cliff. I’m just being overly dramatic…typical.

So here’s to hoping tomorrow will be better. That once again my brain and heart will talk to each other and leave the rest of me out of their battles.