I’m sick. I’m sick, and I feel like shit. I have warmth; I have a partner; I have a precious little kitten and awareness enough to be concerned about things like grammar.
I have all these things, but I feel like shit. I feel like shit, and I want to die.
Jenna is coming home in a couple hours, and I have to be happy so that she can be, also. You don’t know what Jenna is like. She’s wonderful. She deserves that. She deserves more than I have to give, so the very least I can give […]
