Sometimes, everything gets to be a little too much. Sometimes I remember when I was five years old, with my dog in my parents’ backyard, waiting for my dad to come home from work so that we could go out for pizza.
After remembering, I usually can’t think for the rest of the day.
November and December next. Endings. Life is very bittersweet, isn’t it? It’s very hard to know what to do, what to say…