what a difference 5 days can make

5 days.

5 days after my post about trying to be more positive, my dad died.

i only had 5 days of being more positive.
on the 5th day, he died.
on the 6th day, i turned 26.

and here i am about a month and a half later, sitting alone in my apartment.
drinking what might be expired chardonnay that paul brought over.
(it wasn't expired when he brought it.)
and listening to sad music.
(margot & the nuclear so and so's.)

i'm an imposter.
i don't know the difference between good wine and bad wine.

but i'll tell you what i do know.

if you have something to say, then say it.
and that is what i know with my entire heart.