Day Cryingteen

Nothing to see here, just more crying.

I took a shower yesterday, the first time I’ve washed my hair in a week. I have gone to ground. My husband made me walk the dog, and I was glad once I was outside.

I try to write. My day sort of goes like this: Write, write, cry, write. Cry, cry, write. Cry. Write.

I think I will actually finish something, just because I have to do something other than cry and breathe. There are no jobs for crying breathers on LinkedIn.

Hardly anyone gets rich from writing or from starting their own business but I hope I can at least make enough to cover college for your kids and whatever R. needs. I hate that you died worried about them, the future.