{"id":124,"date":"2004-12-09T10:59:00","date_gmt":"2004-12-09T17:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/osbornz.net\/amy\/?p=124"},"modified":"2004-12-09T10:59:00","modified_gmt":"2004-12-09T17:59:00","slug":"another-one-of-those-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/osbornz.net\/amy\/?p=124","title":{"rendered":"Another one of those days…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wrote this in August of 2003 – today is, again, one of those days:<\/p>\n

08\/12\/2003 Entry: “Blanket of Grief” <\/p>\n

I can feel the blanket covering me…<\/p>\n

it affects everything I hear…<\/p>\n

everything I say…<\/p>\n

everything I see.<\/p>\n

The blanket makes it hard<\/p>\n

for me to enjoy life…<\/p>\n

hard for me to care…<\/p>\n

hard to do the simplest things.<\/p>\n

There are times I feel that <\/p>\n

I will be able to get out <\/p>\n

from under the blanket,<\/p>\n

but then I realize there<\/p>\n

are times I don’t want to.<\/p>\n

Somedays it’s too hard <\/p>\n

to go on…<\/p>\n

to enjoy life…<\/p>\n

to care.<\/p>\n

Those days I pull<\/p>\n

my blanket over my head<\/p>\n

and let the tears flow.<\/p>\n

This is one of those days.<\/p>\n

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