‘member how sometimes i talk about my compulsive grieving? how sunday nights bring on the worst case of dread and regret and sad all balled up in one? ya. well multiply that times a million and give me a bunch of processed sugar and you get new year’s eve.
and just for special? this year? this new year’s eve is the last day of the year that my mother died. the last day of the year that my mother was a live. the last day of the year that i last and forever spoke to my mom. we were going to have a nice long chat that day but she was killed instead. so, as ready as i am for this year to be over? i’m kinda not.
does your boyfriend make best pals with the baby robins in your front yard?
mine does.
this is the first year of my life that i was sad to see summer end, and then i saw the caramel apples and i was happy again.
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