I am...something, something.
09/30/2016 - 1:55 p.m.
I don't even know anymore.
My regular readers know that I have always been paranoid about the 17th of September ever since my dad died on that day in 1997. I've been known to cancel plans, hide away from the world on that day and pretty much wallow in misery because I miss him so much.
Now, I hate the 17th of September even more. On that Saturday, 2 weeks ago tomorrow, my mom died at the age of 61 due to a stroke.
The universe has a questionable sense of irony obviously. I'm okay though. I think. I kinda have to be you know.
I don't know.