Anniversary.
It hasn't come yet, but it keeps getting closer.
Is it weird to say I'm worried about it?
It's a time marker. It will be a year. It'll hurt. I'd be lying if I said I haven't given May 2nd, 2025, any thought. I hate it. I wish it didn't come. Or maybe even not so fast.
There's also the fact that I know people will forget. A day that almost killed me was just another day to most people. Unless they knew him, chances are, they're going to forget. I'm scared of breaking, and no one knowing why. It'll hurt to explain it again. It'll feel like a repeat of the day, like I'm stuck in the worst time loop to exist.
Then there's the pressure I feel. I feel like I should do something. But what can I do? I can't do a whole lot of anything except think about him.
I hate that I have to think about it. It's not right.
