So, in the morning I’m going for my monthly trache change, and I feel oddly indifferent. I’m not nervous right now, which could change, but for the moment I’m just indifferent. I feel really weird not talking to Sara, not before, or after, provided that there is an after. I mean, there usually is, but nothing’s particularly certain. It’s odd letting go of her, more odd than letting go of my voice, or the hot cocoa I used to sip so fondly. It’s odd wanting other things too.
I also got my thirteenth tattoo tonight, which I’ll write of tomorrow, unless something stupid happens.2 comments
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