the 23rd
i wonder if he even knew it. what it was yesterday. what it will always be to me. god fucking damnit, no matter what, he's always going to come up somehow on that day. 2 fucking ppl that are in no way involved in me and him or ever have been just had to bring the subject up. random. ironic. shit. and then the dreams just have to occur. i will forever hate the 23rd of any and every month. at least december's passed. thank god.