Well. Today.
Today is just already ruined.
Today would've been a good day.
If it wasn't today.
Happy 15 Months, Michael Ho.
I wonder what you're up to.
I wonder if you notice the date.
If you do, I wonder if you think about it today.
I wonder if you'll just think about it for a couple minutes then shrug it off.
No big deal.
I wonder if you'll hang out with people today. Having fun, not a care in the world.
I hope you have fun today.
[PS] I just read every single blog I wrote for you on this date. I don't know why. Stupid thing to do though. Now I just feel worse.
I want my great summer back.
If this is what it feels like to be home; alone and lonely?
Then I don't want to be here at all.
