Fifteen Minutes.

This is it, in a lot of ways. These next two days are the end of my home-sharing with Kynnin. They're the end of my having any sort of financial prop (what if that weird illness from last summer comes back?). They're the end of my having a physical prop in the form of a dead-reliable birth control, at least until I can get an appointment made to replace it. It also, like it always does, feels like the end of my relationship with the Juggler cause I've no clue when I'm seeing him next.

It's the end of my only doing stuff if the close people I love are doing it.

The end, the end, the end, it's like I'm walking around closing books, and I don't know what's behind them. It doesn't feel like the beginning of anything yet, just so many ends.

Please, it's not about rationality here. I need to feel this sometimes, and then I'll have breakfast and go to work like normal.

Fifteen minutes.