I am lost.

 I am lost. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I am lost. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Autumn is here.

The dwindling of warm days retreating into cool, grey rain.

I’m very sad.

I am lost.

I don’t know how to hold my grief when it has been forgotten. When the world around me thinks it is in the past.

I don’t understand myself.

I don’t feel like I have the right to be sad, lonely, unhappy.

But I am.

Luke.

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Day 826