From time to time I just want to forget every single person in the world. Occasionally I do. I don't suppose I owe anything to anyone except myself any longer. Each person ends up being a disappointment at one time or another. It's tolerable. It's all okay now. I'm so wistful recently. I mean, I want to rewind. A lot. I just feel as if I have nothing left to give. Nothing for me is special, nothing is even new... but that's life. And now I am moving on.
I went to my little brother's t-ball game in the present day and I observed him as he ran and caught a ball and how my dad gave him a pat on the back when he didn't even make it to first base. I just contemplated how much love, just how much fucking feeling it takes to make the planet go 'round. Truthfully I don't know what I would do without my family; I hope they know that, too.
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