Done

Hey, look at the URL, it says “done-2”. That means I’ve been done before. That’s heartening. I wonder how many times one can be done.

Of course, that time I was done it was that I was done with school. This time I am done. Done with funerals. Done with death. Crispy. Spent. Done with school is a happy kind of done. This is a numb, sad, grieving sort of done.

I have emails I need to catch up on, but can’t bring myself to do so. I have plans I want to make and people I should be messaging. But, in spite of the fact that I should’ve done most of it last week or yesterday or earlier today, I can’t do it tonight. So I’m choosing to do it guilt-free. Yay.

[Still feel guilty. You know what they say, fake it til you make it.]