This is my last day of being 34 years old.
A part of me never thought I'd be "this old". But here I am.
I was going to post photos of the photos that I took and that cops took of my assault. I decided not to. I am not ready to post them. They are horrifying.
The first photo is a present that my good friend sent to me. I appreciate things like these. They keep me warm.
The second photo is me being very happy with my sister in Winston, this time last year.
And, well, there is the third. Battered. Beat up. Whatever you want to call it.
It is a weird feeling to be alone. Feel alone.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I don't know how to feel about it, but I am going to strive for a good "new" year. As best as I can.
Love to all of you.
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