Anniversary

Today marks the seventh year of the life of my wonderful little niece. And the third year of my cousin's daughter, who I have unfortunately never met. It also marks the eighth year since I was robbed of something. It was something that I didn't even know I had, but once it was gone, I knew I would never be the same. It was taken from me without my permission, and my only solace the next day way a lazy cat named Ivan. So today is always kind of sad.

But I tried to get out of the house and forget everything bad as much as I could. But as soon as I drove out to the street, I saw the IHOP where we had breakfast last year, because he wanted to "be there for me". He's definitely not there for me now. I went to filmmaking central, where the air was thick with dust and dark. I tried to forget about everything, but it was like sadness was part of my outfit today. I could not rid myself of it, no matter how hard I tried.

But the filmmaking circus is quite the distraction. It's drama rests outside the acting. But the cough that came home with me isn't so nice. And the unshedable anniversary isn't either. Anniversaries are supposed to be joyous occasions, but it seems that so far in my life, all I've been able to create have been sad ones.