You can't always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.
So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.
I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.
Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.
Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.
Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasnโt.