Apathy

I suppose holding on is harder than letting go.

At this point in time all I'm looking forward to is settling down in some nice quiet town to while away these three years.

Calm evenings spent with a book. Never needing to feel fear again.

I suppose I could cry at the lost. I suppose I could wail and lash out. Have every molecule within me actively rejecting circumstances. I suppose I could. I suppose I could.

But besides the cat, not much keeping me here.

Let's see how the week unfolds itself.