On falling through every single crack - edit in Exploring the Ad Infinitum-Continuum Galaxy

There was no Christmas.
Or Jake’s 23rd birthday.

I stayed in bed, teeth-gritted and shallow breathing, trying to stay alive.

Did two days and two nights in the psych ward.
Treat and street.
(Mostly street.)
Should have stayed home.

Happy New Year.

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Edited to add:

A few days ago, my mom wiped-the-fuck-out and shattered both her shoulders and broke her femur.
Will she EVER just. fucking. die. already.?
Stay tuned.

Last updated December 30, 2014