My heart is breaking.

It's the second full day of freedom for me, so why am I in a foul mood? You would think with the mass destruction of New Orleans I might be able to step out of my own minor heartbreaks and life upsets and feel so incredibly lucky for what I have. Instead I feel my own minor problems and the accompanying emotions involved in those minor heartbreaks being combined into a big fat pile of shitty feelings about the overwhelming tragedy in the south. All I want to do is cry.

I hate when I leave cryptic posts. Im sorry but it's all that will come out of my fingers today and it's all I am able to give right now.