unload

I haven't written anywhere for a while. I wrote in my little notebook last night. Things I would rather not post. It feels like everything is up in the air again. Six weeks, three days left. I have zero motivation to continue my work in any meaningful way.

Things have not been good this month. I have never been good with death. My significant other's mother passed on almost two weeks ago. I find myself using euphemisms for death. I refer to her condition as she had left, as if she is coming back soon. I'm not comfortable with any of it. I never have. It makes me think about what I would do if I am thrown into his shoes.