12,898 Days Alive
419 Day Streak on Duolingo
2 Bouquets of Flowers
I’m sad. Today is my Daddy’s birthday. The second since his passing on 4th December 2018. I miss him terribly, today especially.
Mid-October is always difficult for me. And December 4th, for obvious reasons. But I’ll power through. I may go to bed early today because last night was nightmare city for me.
I dreamed Spock got sick, really sick. His kidneys were slowly failing and we didn’t know why. And he died in pain in my dream. It was awful and I woke up at five a.m. crying. 0/10 do not recommend.
Work went all right. I’m a little overwhelmed with everything, but I’m sure it will level out at some point. I broke down crying over something stupid, but I don’t think I was truly upset over what happened, I was just upset in general.
Friends are of great comfort in trying times such as these. Living with Fen has been naught but smooth sailing so far. I like living with them and between the two of us, we seem to be doing very well.
Reffie and Sparrow both sent me flowers today. I believe only one of them knows the significance of today. I cried when I opened them. I’ve wanted flowers so badly and not one but two people went out of their way to make me smile.
It works. I’m for bed now.
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