JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS...BY CONTROVERSYME
Looking in the mirror I don’t know who I see, I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. I contemplate the lines etched upon my face and wonder in amazement how I made it to this place. I used to live a normal life, content with simple things, satisfied with being a mother and a wife. I had a little job, a mundane nine to five; I was enthusiastic, independent, and full of drive. I really just don’t get it, how did I let it all go to hell? Now the only thing that's left is this empty shell.... Sign in to see full entry.