My mind has gone though its full range of emotions these past few weeks.
I've gotten some pretty rotten letters from Jeremy -- not that I haven't sent some of my own. I have, and I'm sorry of course, so is he.
Mom had her first surgery on her mouth Saturday and she's feeling pretty low. School's been fine. But I've been emotionally churned up inside. I need a job, for sure. But I'm frightened. I guess I didn't really feel like writing.
My mom had oral surgery because of periodontal disease. Her issues made me become a rabid flosser.
Don't remember the low patch with rotten letters going back and forth.