Ghosts of past

What a weekend...I PRed at a half marathon. Before that a ghost from the past hit me up on Facebook. I keep thinking about how well I had healed from stuff in the past and how this person reaching out just opened everything back up. Then after the race my bike was stolen. It was a good weekend, really. I'm just hurting, you know? Time will make things better; right now I have to heal again.

18:06 p.m. May 25 2015