I get it. You hate me. I don't know what I ever did to you, but whatevs. You're a dick and in 3 days I will be done with you.
|I don't know what kind of fucked up kid's game this is, but in better times I might want to play it.|
So yes, it is September, my mom died and MY CAT HAS BRAIN DAMAGE. Fuck you, September.
Tomorrow is my mom's memorial and I have no idea what to say.
But I do know I am coming at October with a nosegay of flowers and a timid little smile.
Not an x, not an o, not a love, but a dash--