Some days I am happy then other days I am emotional. Like others I love the happy days but hate the emotional days. I know one cannot be happy twenty fours a day every day. I understand what being upset means to me, I hate it. Why questions the questions about it, you just get angrier. At seventy two I think of dying and wonder if maybe that's better than suffering here on this planet? No suicide, involved just close one eyes and drift away to maybe heaven. My wife has cancer and that alone troubles me greatly.
She is holding her own well right now. But the thought of being without her bothers me greatly. As you can see there is always something troubling us. high strung
She is holding her own well right now. But the thought of being without her bothers me greatly. As you can see there is always something troubling us. high strung