You know that feeling when it seems as though the carpet is snatched from beneath your feet? You stumble, trying to keep your balance but you know you're going down and it's not going to be pretty. All you can focus on is how you'll land. You try to fall in a way that will do the least amount of damage. But a bloody nose, bruised up knees, and a tear stained face is what you end up with, every single time. This is my life in the absolute true sense. I wake up daily asking myself, how much damage did I do yesterday? Is it fixable? Maybe something's wrong with me or maybe I'm just trying to relearn things that have been long forgotten. Yes, it's definitely the latter. The carpet was pulled out and I'm floundering in the dreaded world of dating. Maybe tomorrow or the next one will be better. I can only hope.