sometimes people do things inadvertently that cause a shit storm of emotional bullshit to happen in your chest. sometimes four or five different people and maybe a dog can all gang up on you with completely different accidental shit storms that magically combine forces to become a shit hurricane, a perfect storm that sends all of your figurative awnings flying and living rooms flooding and you have no carefully devised escape plan to save you. you never see it coming, and how are they to know? the raft that holds your heart is tossed and pummeled, but your heart goes on struggling to keep hold of the twelve pack of pabst and the memory of sunshine you managed to salvage, small reminders of normality.

whatever, melodramatic.

look, there are some things that, despite being happy times, i just don't want to remember all at once because it makes me fucking sad. don't remind me.