2024/8/31

Before bed: almost forgot to put the dandelion my sister gave me in the diary. She saw it by the road. It very pretty, round and full.

Thought: people who are close to their families would be hard to be a stoic. Human bonding is mainly about complaining, gossiping and doing each other small favours.

I’m sure I’m only writing this because it’s late and I’m still not asleep: I’m not as cool as my mother about death. I can’t. I cry just to think about it. I can’t bare if it actually happens. The thought I might only have another good 30-40 years with her makes me cry.