we've been here just about five years now.
we've been here as long without pearl as we were with pearl.
it's pretty weird. my feelings are very fucked up. time is such a cunt.
how is my daughter starting middle school? how is FIFTH grade middle school?
packing up the dolls has been crushing my soul... to think of all the times she asked me to play and my response was very rarely what she wanted, once we moved here. i know i did though... there's bits of scraps and photos that prove it, but my guilt tells me it wasn't enough, isn't enough, and won't ever be enough.
my eyes are leaking.
it's fine... i'm fine, everything is fine.
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