2 Years

It was fucking crazy. I felt really weird.

I can't believe it. Two years. Two years, and so much has changed.

I baked the cookies, I cried, I stayed in bed too much, although admittedly that last part was more because of someone else. I wrote letters and burned them and asked for help from the wrong, wrong, wrongest person.

Well, it wasn't really that he was so wrong. More that you were so right but weren't there.

Oh well. Time marches on, and I stand by and watch, utterly amazed.