thoughts...

When people told me that life would have its rough patches I naively thought that they meant being late for buses and having relatively unimportant spats with my friends over silly words or missed phone calls. No one told me that rough patch meant having your heart and soul ripped out and shoved back in again after it's been dragged through gravel which never totally washes away. As Chris poetically told me last night either those people don't know or they are huge jerks. I don't think my life is so much different from the ordinary so I'm going with the latter. I know it shouldn't come a such a big surprise that life is not so easy as it seemed when I was little, yet I am still shocked every time the clouds roll in. Go figure.