Im sad everyday. I wish I knew you so I could give you comfort and we could really bitch about this shit to each other endlessly. My appetite for depression and hopelessness is bottomless. Except, I have to get up each morning and make sure the people I love know Im ok and the people I support are supported. So when Im not doing that, I think on the cracks that still shine daylight, metaphorically speaking, and paw at them with my bare hands hoping something gives.