It’s a powerful feeling when you find out someone has died and there is no one to share it with who could fully comprehend its gravity. The last (ish) of my grandmother’s friends. It’s not the death per se, but more my connection to no one from then that hurts.
Author: tec
May 23rd AM2
This is book #38 for the year. Adam Silvera has caught me super off guard with his ability to combine modern life with something futuristic, but not quite sci-fi. A sort of modern meets future philosophy genre.
May 23rd AM1
I love these socks. Alas, I found holes. I’ll enjoy them one last time.
May 3rd
A woman at the grocery store asked if she could hold my 3yo while I self-checked my groceries. I wasn’t mean at all when I said no thank you, but looking back, I really wish I had thought to tell her how much I appreciated her offer. I wish her so much goodness.
May 2nd
I didn’t eat the rest of the chocolate ice cream bar last night. I didn’t eat anything last night. I sat there reading and was so tired I nodded out a couple times. I had *planned* on eating it. But I de-planned it (and tried to not feel like a failure) and went to sleep instead.
May 1st
It’s Wednesday. It’s May. I survived April, but just barely. The numb dances around the edges. May used to be the month I had to traverse the tragedies. Now it bleeds premature. I keep seeing ones. I’ve caught 11:11 and 1:11 every day for weeks now. Words filtered into numbers.
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