Five months, 17 days, twelve hours, and ten minutes since I last posted on this ragged old smear of a blog, and I'm still alive. Barely. Hobbling along towards some inscrutable future. I did that math wrong. I just know it. Fuck. I guess I'm just posting on here for nostalgia's sake. I'm feeling defeated and horribly sentimental today. I'm trying to pretend that it was last summer, before I met the walking heartache that's been turning my world on it's head for the past eight months or so. I just need to forget everything. I never really thought I'd have a broken heart before.
On a side note, being a winter wife is terrible. Never trust foxes with broken ears.
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