3 months

Physically. Not mentally… For being a dancer, I’m such a klutz. Reckless lifestyle.

So proud of my papa bear. Still living the dream.

Kitty Cat

Ha!

That shit Brae ;)

Smile on. Frown off

My brain is going 5,000 directions. I can feel him. I don’t sense I’m alone. It’s eerie. Bone chilling, rather. I envision him painting my walls, cleaning the office, laying by the pool, talking to the birds, staring at naked photos because that’s just how he was. I’m aching for the girls. I felt helpless when she was in my arms. My embrace wouldn’t bring him back. I heard my dad cry today. I know he’s broken. Questioning whether or not he could’ve stopped him. Whether or not, there was something he could’ve said. Everything happens for a reason though, right?

…yeah, fuck that.

Missed my therapy appointment. Went to Dunkin donuts instead. I ordered a wheat bagel toasted with veggie cream cheese. They gave me a plain bagel not toasted with regular cream cheese. Karma 😩 happy Monday!

Vegas or camping? Uhhhh, I’m definitely going with Mother Nature.