I just noticed...

When I was turning off the lights tonight...

I still tippie toe though the house after almost three years of him gone.

It's amazing how long a mental mind fuck lasts.

I'm still trying to walk on egg shells.

By the by...car...$382.65. Fucking fuel pump.

I'm broke, depressed and that's only the beginning.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

I always did like fairy tales.