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 too many holes in it from my attempt at putting it on the wall and failing but the cord isn’t the right cord so now I have to wait …