This is what happens when I’m left to my own devices.

Friends stepping up and mom freezing out. This one almost makes me sound like I’m not (still) missing my right arm.

Out with old distractions, in with new ones.

Treadmilling in tears but moving forward just the same (or at least trying to look like it). Also, Jesus grows in Brooklyn.

Me & P

So here I am again, broken… and only just after I was celebrating how far we’d come. Had to let go (things are way bigger than me at the moment) but I didn’t want to. My heart is killing me.

I feel like I’ve lost my best friend. Again.