I think even my soul is shredded.
Sitting on my porch, listening to the rain, trying hard not to cry for the third time in less than two hours. It's hard to be alone when everyone wants a piece of you. On the other hand, it's funny how, despite being surrounded by people, how alone you can feel.
Enjoy this picture of my soon-to-be competed sockhead hat while I try to muster up some spoons for tomorrow.