Sleeping is hard, because it’s May 21st and I know I’m going to wake up at 4:12am from a nightmare, right when the trigger is pulled. I know it, because it happens every year.
I’m sorry I didn’t call you back. I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.
I was just thinking about this. That day, how I found out, how it effected my friends and others around me. Even five years later, I’m still hit with it. I’ll never look at this day the same.