dear damn it's good to post with dry eyes again diary,
i'm telling you.... posting over the past few weeks has been harder than a mother fucker. trying to type through the tears and muster up words to share when all i wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cuddle my dog and listen to every breath he drew in and out. second guessing everything i'd ever done and said, but i know to regret nothing and i fucking mean nothing- as of yet anyway. LMAO. damn, now they prolly WILL come for me. but the headlines will read the same.