Of Thunderstorms and Thoughfulness

13,215 Days Alive

I had a rough day. Fen bought tacos for dinner, the dear.

I know that death is a part of life. I know this. But it’s unfortunate when someone you know does from COVID-19. Especially when you haven’t seen them in years, it seems odd to have the hollow feeling of sorrow root into your chest.

And another dear friend, his dad is in hospital with it right now, too. It’s not looking good.

Death comes for us all, I guess. I hope my time is t for a long while. Even though I struggle with suicidal thoughts and ideations, I don’t want to die; I want the pain to stop.

Anyway, I’m gonna go cry.

Take your meds, folks.

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