More bad news today hot on the heels of the week’s gaping canyon of suck. I got stir crazy and rushed into the familiar, comforting arms of Diana and RP Tracks, where I can be with people I love. Where I go when I want to feel at home but can get lost in strangers. Where I can eavesdrop, watch old men to my left and toddlers to my right, and feel comfortable in between.
It’s Friday, which means it’s the weekly check-in. This week I lost three pounds. Slept normally. Still feeling the stinging drops of acid heartbreak rain onto my skull. Feeling more equipped to wash them off.
