This is not a day I would like to share. This is a day that I would wish no one would read about or experience. This is not a good day. Good? Not even close to the meaning of the word.
This is a day when one would want a friend near by although you don’t want to hear anyone else’s voice because your own is too loud. This is a day where you can understand why there are wars and violence in the world. This day doesn’t deserve a smile or even a thought that will become a memory. This is the kind of day when I wish I would have never started the challenge to write everyday about myself or the things around me.
This is a day that I will erase and hope that nothing from today follows me tomorrow, next week, next year… this is the kind of day that leaves scars, bruises, ugly marks and cuts into your throat. This is that kind of day….
