I had almost managed to forget about it. It fucked me up. Thanks to all the recent stress, sleep deprivation, and now this, my brain has decided to set me on autopilot.
I hate this time of year. My doomsdays. March is the anniversary, May is his birthday, June is father’s day. Funny how father’s day being so close to my birthday never bothered me until he died.
Not funny though, really.