laceblade

Sometimes it's hard to remember why I bothered getting out of bed in the morning to face the day because the people I care about return my affections by continually unloading rounds in my face.

Sometimes it's hard to fathom how I could ever feel sorry myself because I am so lucky to have so many intelligent, unwaveringly loving and loyal people in my life, whom I could never dream of deserving.

In general, both ends of the spectrum are experienced every day, to varying degrees. Today, each end went to the extreme.