April has not been a month of achievements other than not gaining despite travel and Easter. I am unfocused and flat and panicky. It was inevitable. Sanguine but sad.
I had the weird urge to pull down the portfolio I was given in highschool to flick through it. I haven’t touched it in years and I think I am afraid to. That girl could and did do everything. I think I would disappoint her.
Following the Gleam 
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