A sigh for…
Relief: Cole is getting the med situation sorted positively.
Anger: stupid boy needs his legs broken, though breaking his hands might be more effective.
Wistfulness: So many things really, being far from loved ones in particular.
Futility: Attempts at lessening loneliness are vastly unsucessful.
Happiness: My package is appreciated, it’s cute that he said he’ll keep the box on my side of the bed.
I feel like I keep plugging along without definite direction, I’m just trying to get comfortable with building more foundation… It’s kind of like how it took me until January to make this room my own, even though I’d lived here for so long — I didn’t want to accept that I was really here and that I’d be staying here. Oh well, I’m going to keep looking for the motivation to improve things, and I’m just going to bolster my faith in having that life I want, be it here or elsewhere, and I know it’ll happen someday, particularly because we keep getting closer.