So, Jen left today--I'll get back into writing a little more regularly than I have been this week. Not that it's been crazy busy in a scheduled sort of way, but we've just been doing all kinds of stuff. Edmonton, Banff, shopping, dinner... and the days when we've been just hanging around Calgary, we've been sleeping in and taking it easy.
And I'm going shopping with my mom, so I'm going to go.
One year ago today: Am I avoiding getting real in here? Do I touch on a subject, and then immediately run away to something else, because I can't handle being raw and real with my own emotions? Or is it just because I'm so drained out that I have nothing else to say, and nowhere else to go with it? Is it just because there's nothing left; no words left.
infinite || abyss