Sunday, March 13, 2011

My morning

One Day.
As I do dishes I see My poops and I's bottle collection. Our Window seal is a happy place for me; with memories anyone could envy. I feel unsettled, but worthy. I did laundry and house work. I have to keep busy. I'm fitting some clothes I've been meaning to, and sewing buttons. I better get in the shower. Mommy made corn beef and cabbage. I doubt I'll each much, but I can try.

.x. My trip this week may help me feel better about her life. The more I think about it the more I feel the life taken too soon, was a mistake. A horrible mistake of a man I want nothing more than to fill with agony. He thinks by saying my name he has some power over me. I'll show him power without a word or flinch on my part. I'll avenge you Megs. I have to, we have to make this right... If that's even possible.

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