Gah, I suck.
I keep meaning to write in this thing. I keep meaning to act like it matters and record the thoughts that flow through my head. Because I have them. And they have meaning and worth and I need to record them.
I never did a post on 2011 because it was too hard to remember the year. Most of the year I had was spent with this dark, horrible cloud of grieving over my head. I'm only just now beginning to see the light again. I'm nowhere near done missing my grandma (the truth is, I'll never be), nor am I done being depressed. This thing is a cycle for me. I'm never going to be completely better, but in the same sense, I'll never be completely broken again, either.
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