E’s birthday came and went, and I didn’t post the post I had written. In the end, I just didn’t like the post. It wasn’t really about him, or even my friends, his parents. It was just about me. And it just didn’t seem right. Still, I feel like I owe you an acknowledgement that I said I would do something, and I didn’t do it.
I’m sorry about that.
Things are still weird and sad and strange and I’m consumed by worst-case-scenario fantasies and other indulgent nonsense. But presumably I’ll get over it. Whatever that means!