My little pisces heart is breaking and all I want to do today is cry. Because Deb and I had 'words' and I know she loves me but we're (duh) so different and I hardly ever feel safe in this world, hardly ever. Then the Boston Marathon bombing happens and I'm hypnotized by the photos and videos and blood on the streets. More madmen thinking making and detonating bombs in a crowed place it a good idea, a righteous idea.
And some of my pregnant moms are making me cry because they are having such a hard time with money and safety and their partners and their other kids and not enough food and a safe place to live and there's only so much we can do for them.
Safety. I don't think it really exists.