i don't know what this is anymore, call it a ceremonial funeral ground for my leftover feelings.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
It's a big B-word.
Lately, that's all the commentary I have to offer about life.
Yes, my wounds have healed. No, I will not be showing what they look like. Lastly, they may very well scar. Luckily I haven't reconsidered in a major way since, though the last few days have caused my sanity train to derail quite a few times. Medication cannot fully augment a broken brain, only repair it temporarily, or lift some symptoms. That, and my general stomach aching is driving me skittering ten feet up a wall.