here i go, pms city. the top half of my left leg is killing me, lower back is killing me, my stomach is turning tricks (no, not that kind) and i’ve got a pounding headache – but i’m still alive. i just hope i get some sleep tonight
dad is saying stranger things as time goes on.. his mind isn’t where it used to be lately, and it’s hard not to ask him why he says things like that. i guess it just happens to everyone as they get older, but it makes me sad to see little parts of him go
