More than a month later, I read my last journal entry and blearily thought to myself that I should just cut and paste it, because more or less, nothing has changed.
Maybe the socks part. Es o si que es. It is what it is.
What it is happens to be sad.
I miss my sister.
It is difficult to stay positive in the face of knowing for fact without a doubt the one who loved you most and made you feel special is dead.
And the the wolves circle my carcass waiting.
Maybe the socks part. Es o si que es. It is what it is.
What it is happens to be sad.
I miss my sister.
It is difficult to stay positive in the face of knowing for fact without a doubt the one who loved you most and made you feel special is dead.
And the the wolves circle my carcass waiting.
Howling they told me so.
