feeling kind of like I'm talking to myself...but this is all I have right now.
I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that not even a week ago I was living here with a son that was a joy to be around. A friend...We went out last Wed as a family to hear a band. Tonight I am sitting here with what looks to be a well' used syringe in front of me...why are there little rubber bands wrapped around the orange protective part and around the top where you hold it to push it in. WHY DO I CARE!???