Today marks 5 months.
Ironically it's my father's birthday.
Can't lie and say I don't think about him occasionally,
because I do.
But overall... I think I'm ok.
I'm lonely, but it's good.
I need to breathe again.
"I got to breathe,
you can't take that from me,
I can finally say we're through,
I'll leave when the wind blows..."