Life has been both interesting and a bit sad at the same time. As I have cleared out the weeds in my life, I am now left to fact the actual fact that I do have feelings and boy are they strong. I'm not saying that I was ignoring the fact that I had feelings, but I was supressing a lot of the feelings of grief and sorrow that I have for my mother. My life kind of feels like I am walking through a tunnel made of glass. Some moments, everything is smooth or at least not too painful. Then there are other moments when the word is like walking through a series of broken windows. I get scratched up and bleed for a while. These are the days when it is hard to get out of bed or continue to go to class. I just want to go home and crawl into bed because sleep seems to be the only to escape the intense pain and the black, empty void of lonliness. It comes in waves. Sometimes staying what feels like an eturnity and then leaving as quickly as it came on.