This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook.
I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it?
Please be careful. Its all I have..
Saturday
Your heartache lives where?
I haven’t written in awhile, I’ve honestly just been trying to survive. Covid-19 hit and it changed everything.
I now have a hole in my stomach, it’s where heartache lives.
