I am lost. Drawing Luke Hockley.
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