My last cry
My last cry was 10 minutes ago. It's March 11th. About 2 hours ago, I dropped the glass jar that holds my sugar for my coffee. A glass piece pierced the skin on my finger and I bled. And to top it off, we have these gigantic ants appearing in the kitchen again, like they do every time around this time of year. It's like they feel the Spring coming. So, I'm mad because no matter how thoroughly I cleaned, I'm sure I left plenty of food for these ants. And also, my mom gave me that glass jar and I'm sad it broke. I'm also really irritable because tomorrow would have been my grandma's 99th birthday. And because I must be a masochist, I was just watching this movie on netflix about a young woman dying of cancer. It doesn't really matter what the movie was about, but it centers around our mortality and how sad death can be. And I'm sad. It's been 6 months since my grandmother passed on, and I miss her.













