or: Tessa Commented On My Article
So this morning, I woke up crying to myself about my sister, how she’s spent a lifetime taking what’s hers and what’s mine. I woke up frustrated that my kid has fucked up the period key on my keyboard and so writing is even more of a challenge. I woke up stressed about the lump in my breast and whether it means I have another cyst or if I’m just going to leave a great…