I was innocent when you told me I was evil. I’ve took your stones and built a cathedral.

I felt weird having my latest post about the first of two abusers I ever had left to sit until the next time I decided to write here. 

I don’t like that it sneaks up on me and lives in my head like that. Especially Don because he was by far the worst and most life ruining. I cried about it all Sunday until the evening. 

Anyway, here are some random pictures because I feel like cats and pics will cleanse the blog.