I feel like an old bridge. You know the ones I’m talking about; rickety, suspended by what appears to be some old rope, missing some planks along the way. Yep. Those ones. That’s what I feel like today. I feel like I’m being held together by an old piece of string, trying to float through life suspended in the air while some of me is missing. I don’t know what else to say or do pertaining to my situation. I’m out of words for I am just an old rickety bridge.