I totally forgot she died on the day of a minor earthquake in D.C.

Slowly, we’re inching toward it being a year since she’s been gone and I still feel like it hasn’t hit me, but lately little bits and pieces keep coming back to me.

I really miss her voice and laugh lately. 

And fuck, she’d be so proud of me, it’s ridiculous. Everything I’ve accomplished in the last year? Shit. 

I realized the other day that she didn’t even get to know that I became a tutor, that it wasn’t on my radar when she was alive. 

Education is the only thing that has been keeping me stable. 

The Fleet Foxes Sing version of “Dancing On My Own” is gorgeous.

This blog has been getting more and more action lately.

I have to do a High Ropes course tomorrow and I’m really really anxious about it.

I should stop staying up so late; it just makes me sad.

(Right as I was finishing that last sentence, “Basket Case” by Green Day came on. Story of my life.)

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