I hate dreading what was once a fun and festive holiday for me.
I miss the days when the sound of a firecracker going off nearby didn’t set me all jumpy and irritable for the rest of the day (sometimes days on end).
I miss not having these memories. I chose a hell of a time to stop avoiding them.
I hear loud ones going off outside right now as I’m writing this. It’s all still there. Damn it all. It’s all still there.