Partying In Mexico

The other night I had a really absurd dream. In my dream, Jen never died, but rather, was partying in Mexico for almost eight years and finally came back home.

 

*This is where I dreamed Nif was partying for eight years…

My Journal

I don’t want to go into too much detail, but I went to a support group, and we were all given journals. We were asked to write down our thoughts and feelings about our loved one who passed away. I write in it a little bit, normally just doodles and stuff, because I like to save my thoughts for Coniffdence.

When I first got the journal, I took the ugliest designed one, because I was so excited to go home and decorate it. Not write it in, but decorate it.