Intermission

Well, I’m proud of myself. I managed to last almost a week without breaking down, but I guess last night was the last straw for my emotions. I’d been doing so well trying to forget things and trying to think of the things that make me smile. It must be the complete lack of sleep, my poor appetite and the constant reminders that brought me down; in fact, I know it’s all those things. Right now, I need to try -again- to recollect myself. Until then, until I continue with my idea of venting and letting it all out, here are Parts 1 and 2.

Thanks for the support, y’all. (Please note, honestly, that’ll be the last time I use “y’all” – ugh.)