Yesterday I had a bad day. Today seems to be starting out even worse.
I had a dream last night that my mother was cutting my hair and the girl in the mirror was so pretty. I remember feeling so happy in the dream. My hair was beautiful, I had bangs and it looked great. I felt great.
And then my junk woke me up.
Bad enough to have it wake me up, but this hurt down to my core.
I wanted to cry yesterday, I damn near cried this morning.