300.

I feel like the things I say, do and write are all the same.

and yet last night as I washed our dishes and finished the last sips of the wine that we drank out of beer steins in an oh so classy way I thought about how different I am.
I am capable of taking care of someone else whether they appreciate it or not. I am talented and I earn the things that I get. Waiting doesn't bother me as much anymore.
He fell asleep and I sat out in the living room staring out the window. No stars were visible. Only the black sky.

It has been three years since my first post.
I thought that I was already here when I was there.

but now I'm here.