Looking For Tomorrow

Dear journal, today I cried. Broke down in tears, and couldnt stop, no matter how hard I tried. It hurts to think, and physical pain makes me not want to move. I feel out of gas, whats left to prove? Dear journal, today was better, but I still feel the pain. Outside my window, as well as behind my eyes, I see the rain. I see though, that everyday can be filled with sorrow. But things will get better, I just have to keep my eyes on tomorrow.