Life goes on

[bubosquared]

My HT package shall be arriving later today. I will have journals. I will start writing my demented JuNi bunny for Ins' birthday. I will write about glittery prettybois touching each other in sexy ways, and pretend that my life is more or less back to normal.

I will clean, and cook, and try to coax my cat, and try on the new skirt.

I will not, however, start cleaning the mess that is my chest. My pictures from NY are in there. I would start looking through them, and come across the one good picture I took there, and cry. It's of the WTC. A picture of a ghost, of a graveyard.

Life moves on. I gave as much as I could to the Red Cross. I wish I could do more.