Well, I haven’t felt this rotten about things in days.
Today is tough. Really very tough. I wish—so very wish—that things were different. That we could be a family again. That we could roll back the clock.
But, of course, time stops for no man.
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Why this, all of a sudden? I have been in good spirits. Was I just in denial? Is this just the natural cycle of things? I don’t know. It’s one more thing in a mountain of things that I’ll never know. What I do know is what I said a year ago. It’s all a tremendous waste, pointless in its utter disregard for what is right and what ought to be. That, I suppose, is the nature of the universe.