My dads favorite color is blue. I will forever be happy that I asked that question in his last days. Because all I wanted to know was what his favorite color was. Damn I wish I asked more questions.
And I only saying burdening not because they aren’t there for me... they are one thousand percent. But only because it’s the only thing I want to talk about and I know that gets exhausting to be reminded of all the time. My family and friends are the best support group forever.
Social media isn’t the place to do this. But reaching out to my close friends and family seems... burdening. This feels much more, I dunno, casual. I’m depressed. I’m distraught. I’m hurt. I’m so... empty. It feels nice to say this even passive aggressively.