Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
Please remember this.
Today I got the news that my father’s leaving his job and I’ll need to get one so I can help to pay my uni.
What if I don’t find any? What will I do?
My life’s seriously tearing apart and no one seems to care.
Fuck it, for Chris, for me.