So, for today...
I used to be good at this. At things in general. Now I just seem to get by. I came across a website today where I could send myself an email now and It would be delivered one year from now. I started, and foundered. I couldn’t think of a single thing worth saying to my “year from now” self. I can’t think past tomorrow. My days run together and the future means nothing beyond “which kids do I have next week”, and shit, I have to go to the store. Someday maybe I won’t be so bloody, bloody, tired.
So there. That was 100.

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