It's been almost six months since I left.
I was reminded of this blog I created while I was there today. I hadn't looked at it in many, many weeks. I barely looked at it while I was making it.
I see it now and I see a good amount of sadness. I also see just a skimming of the surface of what was.
I have so many stories to tell, stories that need to be jostled out of me, but that are true and honest and more fantastic and more fucked up than fiction.