Just a girl, navigating this whole, wide world with a boy...six dogs and a pig....
Monday, February 3, 2014
The threshold upon which I lose my composure comes earlier and earlier. Last week, I could at least hold it together until 3:30, and then I could pull myself through by telling myself that I only had an hour left. I am doing that thing that John Green talks about so thoroughly in The Fault in Our Stars when I feel it coming, look up, swallow and sniff a lot, trying to choke it back. But it always wins and I always lose.