There are quite a few days lately where I just resign myself to the fact that Dex will never talk. I'll never have another kid, the fear of my crappy parenting screwing them up too is pushing the idea from my brain.
These are also the days I just kind of feel worthless in general and I know, in my rational mind, that I just need to drudge through it and wait for tomorrow. It all just makes me kind of tired.
You like my furry hood? I feel I may be overdressed for the desert
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[image: Cholla Cactus]
11 years ago
