Sunday Secret.

I had so much to say earlier, but I just don't feel up to mentioning any of it now. It's not significant to this exact moment, and some of it isn't important enough to recall. What matters is this image I just saw on PostSecret:

Isn't it interesting how we feel so utterly alone at times, yet, in reality, there is always someone out there who "gets" it?

My Sunday Secret of the week:

Dear Annonymous,

I miss being your friend. I miss having you in my life.