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Alee Ane and me. (:

Join me? ;)

Look who is temporarily without a septum ring, this gal.

4:56pm, absolutely stoned.

Things are most definitely changing soon. <3

<3 What helps me get through most days.

Sing us a song and we’ll see it back to you, <3

4:20. <3

Let’s get this spring/summer weather going. I’m in need of some summer good times, and a fucking break. Damn.

No one understands why I need to get as far away from here as I can. I need to breathe.

It’s been one of those greatly needed nights to say the least.

BJ, 17. I’m, 18. <3 Ah, early love. The first time we moved to Scottsville together. November 2009. 

People say I’m being strong. I don’t believe so at all. They say “you present yourself so well,” Well compared to what? What is one who just lost a child suppose to look like? I don’t seem freaking out crying in your face? Trust this, I burst out in tears and the most random everyday objects, I can’t even pee by myself, I wake up and touch my stomach and then cry so loud my husband wakes up. I’m a fucking mess. But there is a slight ray of hope in that photo. How so? Because I’m still a mom. He’s still my son. I have a family. It might not be the way I planned, but that’s something I’ll learn to cope to. But he’s still my son. He’s half of me, and so ever handsomely perfect from his father. He’s proof of our love story. He’s everything I ever dreamed of. So it might not be the most picture perfect happy ending; but its happy enough. I’m blessed to have a child who I’ll never go a day not thinking about; who I’ll go to bed and forever dream about.

My amazing Liam.