Job

Emma told me yesterday of a waitress with lines from the book of Job tattooed on her arm. The woman must have gone through a lot of shit to tattoo those lines on her arm, Amy and Jessie think. Emma didn't know. I wonder. Doesn't everyone go through a lot of shit? I feel the weight of my family sitting squarely on my shoulders and I want to cry. It is unfair how much has happened in such a short time, how there was never any space for healing to occur. Alex tells me that life is full of this sadness, and we have to move on. He is right to some extent, but a balance is necessary. You can not move on without first dealing with your problems. I do not know what this entails, I just feel a line of bitterness settling in my veins and it hurts me.