Little Bits of Me

There are times I have felt parts of me have been left behind like a breadcrumb trail. They are just there - a tribute to nothing, signposts that signify even less. I'm sad again. What else is new. That is the only constant. Funny thing is the 1st feelings I remember are only happy ones. Happy feelings followed by a barrage of crappy ones. Anger, sadness, just basic unhappiness. But why? Is the answer more breadcrumbs?