Finae Arts Lab 11:27 am

Last night Jay and I were cuddling and bed, and out of the blue I said "I miss James". He said he hated me. But not really. I just thank God he's there to keep me alive, keep one eye open and just a bit clearer to see what's good in this world. We both know it'll never be the same for me again. But at least I will not die from the pain but of the cause destined for me. All I have is paper bags and some mustard on a piece of melon bread, I'm here and that's good enough..for now.