Fish have short memories, you know? Which is a huge consolation because in the time that it’s taken for my entire life to come crashing to the ground, these cold-blooded creatures have lived a thousand happy lives, spend a life watching my spectacle of a breakdown, in a minute, it’s passed.
They’ve got to do it all over again.
I wish I could say the same for myself.
For me, there will be no do-overs, no second chances, and most excruciatingly of all, no one to blame but myself.
But I’ll live.
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