1. It might be hope, 2. picnic, 3. She, 4. falling stars, 5. Untitled, 6. Untitled, 7. milky skin, 8. Untitled, 9. writer's block III color

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Sometimes it is the weirdest feeling to not have my mother.

It doesnt feel real still. January will already be two years.

I still miss her like I did a year ago.

I feel like I went through a period where it made me so much stronger.

But lately I feel so weak.

So vulnerable.

I lost my light heartedness somewhere.

James helps me when we are silly together.

But I feel an underlying sadness that doesnt seem to go away.

Ive become quite the hermit lately.

Dont really feel like hanging out.

Sorry.

But today I started sewing again.

It feels good.

Finding beauty like the images above helps also.

Its not as bad as this probably sounds,

I just wanted to put it out there into the void.

I miss you mom.

love you,

laura