Recently, I've received a lot of great news. I was able to acquire a new job, doing something similar but on a less intense scale. I've been able to travel south and see a Braves game. I've made a new friend. I biked 23 miles with my mom and her boyfriend. I've been doing really well in school. I turned 26. And I may have made amends with someone.
Even still, this time of year is always miserable for me. I don't know why but September reminds me of death. It's the weirdest thing, perhaps its because I'm always reminded of death in September. I'm still not sure when my dad's mom died, but I always think about it in September. I had a friend commit suicide in September, I knew a girl I went to summer camp with who was hit by a car and killed in September. My mom's mom died in September. As often as I try to avoid the subject I always find myself surrounded by it. Most often in September. Even when I try to start new things, try to forget about the inevitable, I am reminded. I know that death is just another part of life, but I think it still hurts. I just wish that I didn't have to face this pain ever year. I just don't want to be reminded anymore. I don't want to remember how stupid I was. I don't want to be surrounded by the pain. Cause it hurts to think about missing someone, it hurts to think about missing a part of yourself.
Happy Birthday, Richard.
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