It finally happened, I think.
I fell.

The strangest part of it all is that I don't regret a thing. I doubt I can accurately describe it.
I can point you to all the quotes and sayings that I know of but none of them sit quite right.
Does that mean I ought to find my own? Who dictates that everything needs words behind it?
Why do we need to transform our feelings, our thoughts, our hearts in to words?
I'm not sure, but I suppose this is me doing just that. Right now.

So let me tell you. Let me tell you, in the best way that I can, what the situation is.
I fell.

I didn't just fall today. I think I fell the day before and on a few other occasions.
That's alright though. I don't feel sad about it, and I definitely don't feel too blue.
It's new. I hear both sides of the conversation. I know what is right and what isn't.
I don't let it get to me much. I know that if I let it consume me and focused on the negative
That I wouldn't, I just couldn't, be able to go about my days, that's all.

I'm doing a pretty shabby job of describing it all. I'm known for being vague, but the fact is
I fell.