The way Tee plops down on the steps of tiles as she prepares to wash her clothes paints a picture of a sturdy bag of rice thrown down from a truck.
I'm maintaining my dreads after many weeks. It's painful as fuck. There's a lot of undergrowth that needs to be separated and the pull on my hair is crazy. It has a hard texture.
I saw Tina yesterday and she seemed to be displeased with my not reaching her in days. I think I need more reaching out. I have a full plate of issues too. I doubt she'll understand this though. I'm drowned in stress and am keeping my focus on what's in front of me, what I can control in the moment.
