bite-hard

Yesterday I attended my local pride parade with some of my GSA. As an empath, that might not have been the best idea. Empaths are essentially... psychics that can sense the emotions of others, and this might have been the most rainbow spirit I've ever seen in one place in my life.  The parade took a lot out of me, because I felt reflections of the pride and excitement and everything of everyone around me, and with the amount of people there, it was amplified a lot.  I did make it through most of the day just fine, though, and I didn't pass out or anything, which was really quite impressive in my opinion given the circumstances. Basically,

I just need to get this out somewhere... It's been six months to the day, now. Some things have gotten much worse and other things have gotten a little bit better. I'm trying not to think about my regrets and my mistakes anymore or criticize myself for things that I have done, or am doing, or will do... I know she'd hate that more than any of the numerous things I have regrets for, anyway. I also think I'm finally starting to let go. But I still take her picture out when I make cakes, and we bake together, and chat for a bit, and it's... nice, I guess. Even though she isn't 'really' there, I can feel her presence.  It'll scare me if I e

Maybe I'm a little bit crazy, but I swear there is no better feeling in the world than waking up on your kitchen countertop covered in flour and frosting with your back hurting like crazy and realizing you've been in the kitchen for twenty straight hours... Forgot how much I missed baking.