Driving back home tonight, I suddenly, out of nowhere, felt deflated, as if non-stop fighting, and just let down my guard. It was a strange feeling, because soon thereafter, I felt like I'd been fighting for years, decades. Right now, head bowed, shoulders slumped, I can't help but wonder what the hell is going on. Am I fighting? What am I fighting? What am I fighting for? If I'm not fighting, someone please tell me. If I am fighting, someone, please stop me. Tell me that it'll all be OK, and I can stop.
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I stayed up far too late reading the latest Harry Potter book, and will probably stay up far too late tonight to finish reading it.
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