Today is my sons 2nd birthday and I have yet again managed to ruin a perfectly good day for my family.

Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t just succeed.

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“Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.”

— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
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Sometimes you can be with any one you love… yet you know you are all alone.
Feeling like technology has got me feeling this way more and more lately.

Missing my family.
Missing CONVERSATION with humans. Not texting or Facebook messenger.

Missing …
Not feeling like an interruption of scrolls.

What does one do when they are lost.
What does one do when they have been found… but they aren’t who they were anymore.

What does one do when they just don’t know anything.
What does one do when they just do not care

What does one do when the responsibilities don’t go away… but the strength to do anything is gone.

What does one do.
Because one is lost.
Not sure if one can be found again.
One is gone.

I am gone.

You just sit and wonder… what happened?

What do you want to do tonight?

Nothing.
Ever.

Maybe sleep.