I have these things.
I have this one bad thing.
I have to write a speech for my father’s benefit. Which is Saturday. My page has been blank for so long. My dad cries a lot. My mom cries an awful lot. The rest of them cry a fair amount. I just..am.
I have this one good thing.
It stands out because it’s the direct opposite. He doesn’t really know, but he’s it.
Those are the two timeclocks, two bombs I can’t defuse ‘cause apparently I’m not the fucking MacGyver of Life. They’re both so close to slipping through my fingers that it’s crazy.
The rest of it is just One Big Thing and I guess I can’t really judge if that’s good or bad. It just Is. and that countdown, while it should be most important to me, seems so irrelevant.
Anyway, Im sorry, but between all these Things there aren’t many parts left to give.
