Devon checks in.
The Universe is trying to tell me something. I am not sure what it is yet, not exactly anyways, but I know in my heart the Universe is screaming at me right now.
Last week a lovely charming little boy smashed my phone, so I had to spend what few dollars I had on replacing it instead of counselling this month. That’s two months I have not been able to pay for my own counselling. Although my mother did offer to help, I’ve come to conclusion that I need to do this on my own.
I know that I have a long way to go before I get better, and in order for you to understand what I mean by that, I need to tell you a hard truth.
It’s around this time that I found out my best friend “Poochie” died, a few years back. Whenever I would go…
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