rinnia | This will probably only make sense to my mom.

Jaime's playing some music right now. It's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road at the moment. I don't think he remembers what this song is to me; actually, I'm not sure if I've ever really told him. I tend to keep that corner of my life quiet. I'm doing pretty good, though. It took me a good minute before I connected the song back to then, after I'd sung the chorus once. It hurt when it hit me, of course, but the fact that it didn't hit immediately is something. I haven't been answering the phone when he calls, but when he did manage to get a hold of me while Jaime and I were at the hospital, I talked to him for a while and I didn't even have a panic attack. Granted, I knew it was coming, and when I first heard he was trying to contact me, I had a massive attack, but still. Any progress is progress, right?

It's amazing how you never really leave some things behind. No matter how hard you try, there are some bits of yourself that will always be there. You can try to minimize them, but they'll never disappear. Quite the idea to come to terms with.

... I'm gonna go crochet or game or something. Time to stop wallowing.