It's been a busy month, so busy that my brain is scrambled and I've had too much going on to think enough to write.
My best friend, the one that's been thru too much, so much that geez, she does not need nore diserve anymore but her poor baby was born, with things wrong. No baby should be born with things wrong, let alone possibly needing a new heart at 3 months old. That's right, 3 months.
My heart aches so bad, I can't write, I can't find my words anymore. I hate that I can't do anything, fix something, or do something to help. Kills me.
On top of all the rest..
this is all I have right now.
11 hours ago