stupid holidays
February 15 -- I get by...
Dear Diary,
It's hard to believe that it will be a month soon since that attack on Southshore and then after that, I'll have been home for a month. Sometimes, it feels like everything happened just yesterday and it hurts like I'm being flayed alive and sometimes (like last night) it feels like it was a lifetime ago and I can barely remember it.
February 11 -- ...oh.
Dear Diary,
Somebody sent me flowers.
Somebody sent me flowers.
Somebody sent me flowers.
And then I woke up this morning, and someone (I'd guess the same someone) sent me a dress.
February 9 -- Coping
Dear Diary,
Am I a good person?
