something mildly disturbing, something completely unsettling, yet wholly vague
work work work.. night class.. get home..
it strikes me now, after having written the date 11/19 at least 3 0r 4 dozen times today on forms or assignments or slips...
today would have been 3 years
i realize that's a very insignificant number, but being that i got to experience the 1 and 2 year milestones with someone else, and am completely alone on this one..
it fucking sucks