rough never ending day where my body is my only target. i haven’t had dinner with mackenzie in a few days. i miss sky’s arms. i miss miles, and i’m so angry at him for dying. and i’m angry at myself for being angry, so i guess the world is burning up in front of me. a 70 degree november day was never on anyone’s wishlist. i miss when anything could happen, or when the fabric of my life was so strong.