sesamoid bone, fuck you for being fragile, you bastard.

Nothing has really changed. This year has started out in a seriously rough way, from broken foots, to stolen bikes, to canceled recitals and workshops that I have worked so hard for. It feels like life is constantly busy and it shows no signs of slowing. This wedding has become stressful- planning from such a great distance has proven to be complicated. It is more than worth it for what it will mean, but it doesn't change the fact that every week I think that things will ease up and then they just don't.

The foot is not healing- MRI's have been ordered, the word surgery has been thrown around, more weeks in the boot is inevitable. A feeling of hopelessness is hovering.

Grad school applications are almost done-- I'm hoping the turn around for the year will be receiving acceptance letters.

My brothers are still not speaking, which only weighs more heavily as July creeps closer.

Things are just sucky at this moment in life. Far greater challenges will surface over time, but for now, this is where I wallow.

crap stains on my face

The last couple of weeks have been suck: hard. I'm sick of having a broken foot and on top of that, other tiny things are slowly unraveling, thus making it damn near impossible for me to not stop dead in my tracks, sometimes on more than one occasion throughout the day, and go "holy shit, woe is me!!"

So, woe is me, world. Throw something good my way, please!

Love, Sarah