I Wonder Which Part of Adulting this is...

The older I get, the more I know for sure that no one wants to hear about my bullshit.  They don't benefit from me being emotional, or happy, or hopefully, or broken...  really, it's best if I just shut the fuck up.

What's cool is, for me - I don't want them to anymore.  I'd rather they knew nothing about me.  So much quieter that way.  

Temperance 

Mom, when Sarah told her, "your daughter's on the phone!", answered, "which one?".

Oh how I miss Michael and Jeremy!  And so, so many just as dear.  Beyond grateful for those that continue on.  

A cigarette would be nice.