Only slept for five hours before I had to be back at work. Boss is shitty, schedule sucks. My stomach hurt because I skipped breakfast for the sake of time. I used to skip meals for the sake of shame. 

When did I change? Every day and tomorrow, too. The past lives in raindrops on spiderwebs all around me. I dropped a stone in a lake six years ago and the ripples still lap at the shore. 

My stomach pangs during a meeting at work. I do my best not to lean into the cold. I try my hardest to exist several years beyond it all. My mother hummed nursery rhymes to me as a little girl and, every so often, I find myself humming along.