Day 514.

Day 513.

Day 512.

Day 511.

Day 510.

Day 509.

Sometimes the sheer amount of shit and people and attachments that I know I need to let go of is so absolutely terrifying that I want to crawl into my bed and close my eyes and not come out for so long that the next time I do, the world is guaranteed to be drastically different.

Being with change, as it happens, slowly or suddenly or however it feels like doing its thing that day, is so excruciating sometimes.

Day 508.

Off to celebrate the last bit of the high homo holidays.