I wrote this exactly one year ago and I still can’t shake the feeling…some days aren’t meant for writing.

I can’t shake the feeling of knowing that I’ve witnessed someone probably live the worst day of their life. I was there in limbo, that weird time in between what will be referred to as “before” and what will now be “after.”

I can’t shake the feeling of coming home to my normal life, and imagining my friend in her new reality. How come I got to return and this day took her so far off the path?

I can’t shake the feeling that life isn’t fair.

I can’t shake the feeling that some days aren’t meant for writing.