Centennial Parade
We celebrate this holiday because we were saved. When we thought we would surely starve, when this whole world was proving too much, we were rescued. I guess I somehow wanted that too. I wouldn't safety, refuge, even for just one day, of my new horrible, mistaken, world, but no one came. And there's nothing to celebrate. So take the floats back and spare the feast... It's just another starving soul.
Did I mention today is the 100th day? That's right. It has been exactly 100 days since I spoke to him, since I heard his voice. Since he swore that we would be friends in the future and he wouldn't just disappear. Today makes 100 days exactly. 256 days since he broke up with me. 36 weeks. I'm nowhere near ok and hey, sounds like he was right. That means he has been with her for almost 9 months. Probably better than him and I ever did. And yes, now I think it maybe time to do something.