I wonder so many things, I wonder all the time. I wonder why Iceland is green and Greenland is icy. I wonder why we call them parkways when we drive on them, And why driveways are parked on. Enough stupid wonderings. I want to know for real if I’ll ever fall in love again. I doubt it. I honestly don’t think so. I’m done with love. I know this blog is supposed to be about mental health and in a way it is. I’m talking about being so traumatized that I can’t possibly fathom falling in love again.
Can anyone else relate?