Things like this terrify me. It feels like, if I say it is the last time for something, then the universe will come and taunt me by making it happen again.
I’d like to say it’s the last time for immensely painful and unexplained abandonment–but I said that about 2011 too.
I’d like to say it’s the last time for unrequited love, but c’mon who are we kidding?
The last time for DoorMinCat? I hope so.
The last time for unhealthy lifestyle? I doubt it.
No, I can’t come up with a thing. Which is sad in some way because it makes me wonder, does that mean I’m clinging to everything?