Then they left and my Christmas joy went out the door behind them.
I don’t know which is worse, letting something or someone define me as a person or knowing that it’s taken me this long to realise I don’t know who I am anymore and how I define myself when I have nobody to help me or a job to give me the stature I once had.
….one day my thoughts will make sense to everyone.
Woke up to a bunch of cat sick everywhere and the small one not eating his breakfast. The television is finally up on the wall with…