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Posted on by ASH

8 months yesterday.  In 4 months you will have been dead a year.

Today I have little energy or patience for the mundane tasks of living.  The preparing of food, the cleaning of a house, the continual and unrelenting negotiations with a nearly 4 year old.  In 2 months he’ll be 4.

It could be the wind, it could be the time of year, it could be that I’m typing on your laptop since mine is broken, it could be the sudden stress of maybe not having the money for school next semester, it could be it all or simply that you are still dead, and it’s so fucking hard and I miss you so fucking much.

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