#Today
pic: 2009

So, the 23rd…

The day I don’t talk about with anyone, not anymore. The day those I know IRL pretend doesn’t exist, even after 18 years.

Their silence descends, and if I forget the unspoken “rules” and text, I don’t receive a reply for at least 24hrs, sometimes days.

The 23rd, the happiest day of my life, but those who should care have turned it into a day of deep depression. My long ago joy gone, I cry instead.

People are cruel, and cruelty has driven me to isolating.