It's been

One year since everything was screwed up.
One year of pain.
One year of joy.
One year of sitting out.
One year of deep thought.
One year of medical mystery.
One year of intense prayer.
One year of pleading for answers.
It's been one year, and it's over. I don't feel any different. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I need a true distraction. I need you. And you. And you. And you. And you.

Distraction by Angels and Airwaves