I've been staring at this screen for two hours, eating buttered elbow noodles and listening to old love songs. and I don't know what to think anymore..about anything.
Nick's gone and so is a chunk of me. But, I listen to the tape he made me and remember. we had good times. he's not gone forever.
And I've always fall fast with too much trust in the promising that "No ones ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears" and I want purity I must have it here right now.
So I hung out with Dayton, an autistic boy, and his therapist today. I really enjoyed in and am going back on friday. His mom likes me and I'm going to get payed by the county to hang out with him. Pretty much babysit, but probably do some basic occupational therapy with him as well.
I'm excited that my days with IGA might finally be numbered.