Nineteen

Week 19 of 2025 Yesterday was Mother’s Day. Tomorrow is Death Day. I hate this time of year. I’m looking at the list I made of things I did last week, and they’re all fucking irrelevant. Everything feels irrelevant. Everything is irrelevant. I can’t believe it’s been five years. Five years! I can’t believe I have kept going. But here I am. I still manage to make plans for the future: I signed up…