You go to work. You gotta clean. You gotta cook. You need to budget. You need to save. You can’t have “fuck this shit” days. You need to plan them so they don’t mess with your schedule. Yoh dawg, adulthood is the worst hood.
What if I never heal from this. it’s never going to make sense to me. A month ago she hugged me as I showed her my new car and gave her my old one. Today her ashes are in the living room and the only way I can hug her is in my dreams.