I took that picture last night, outside on my balcony for the first time since my grandma died. It was kind of wierd being out there, and it's like, all I could think about was how many times Grammy and I would pull the lawnchairs and the little green table out there, eat Wendies and watch the ducks out on the pond. I remember spending Christmas out there one year, I remember hanging up all of the birdhouses RJ and I hand-painted. It was just sort of... weird, you know? I didn't cry. I'm glad I didn't, because she'd want me to be happy.
I'm going to walk up to the park today, if it's nearly as warm.
Today is a day of remembrance, today is a day to move on. Today I'm not going to let small, insignificant fights let me get down because it's not worth it and life's too short. Your name doesn't deserve to be on my skin, the way it is.
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