Well, it’s officially officially, my child is amazing. Like literally the bestest. His progress is unmatched… well… at least in my eyes. Born two months early and kicking ass, taking names. This child is a mother fucking trooper, hands down. He literally reminds me of who I use to be, before I became hollow.
He literally just keeps getting up no matter what. Yes, of course, there’s crying involved but he still gets up. Why? Because fuck you. That’s why.
Come to think of it though… Who doesn’t talk shit when they get knocked down?
In a world full of fakes, he’s something real. Something tangible. Something… that I didn’t deserve, couldn’t possibly have deserved. And as an added bonus he’s beautiful. Both physically but most importantly inside and out, in entirety.
Well, tonight we got the everything on the vanity stripped sans the drawers which is pretty great in retrospect. I’m just waiting for the stripper to fully disapate then I’ll TSP wash, and viola!
Next time prime and paint.
But for right now, shower, and study.
-hollow
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