Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right, either.

You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept all day. That feeling of both relief of and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right, either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay… read more >