Valentine’s…
Another memo about my failure as an adult. At the warehouse I’m working lots of the package and merch are hearts, plushies, and similar heart shaped stuff, plus some Xmas decorations for some fucking reason…
Is there any way to escape it? I guess not. I probably wouldn’t think too much about it if I was younger but since last week was my bday ready to remind me that I’m getting old… This back to back just crushes me.
Call me crazy, but I more than understand why someone would have permanent difficulty moving on from having someone closest to you die.
Sure, don’t feel too bad for him though, he did abuse her and his kids
An abusive man who’s constantly fishing for sympathy? Hmm…
Yikes…