I miss the South so incredibly much, more every day. I never want to live in the northeast again. There's no room to breathe here.
Sometimes I think about Justin, our meeting, falling in love, out of love, in love, getting married, having children....and I think, How dare we? Who did we think we were, to hitch ourselves together for life, honestly knowing so little about one another? About ourselves? The audacity.
There's a tumor in my neck. It will be another twelve days until they stick a needle in it and tell me if I have cancer or not. Two days after that I'll find out if this baby in my womb is a boy or girl.
I don't want to talk to anyone, to see anyone. I don't want to cry anymore.
