It's Brandon's 17 birthday. He showed me his 12 stitches he got on his forearm from a few nights ago, in the wrong part of town, running his mouth. He lives with my mom, so I have to do a lot of praying for his safety. Her/his town isn't so bad, but he goes to the bigger one 20 min. away. since the knifing. We have agreed to pull him out of school and send him to job corp. He will no longer be risking his life for false friends. he's my first born, I could not lose him to stupid stuff.
He's with me tonight. I hope he is happy. I'm feeling good today, just fatigued. Depressed. Is that normal. I'm crying off and on all the time and am not sure why? I'll add pix tomorrow from the party tonight. goodnight all.
I love you, Buster!
1 year ago