5,5,5,5,5…always 5

05/01/2013 Entry

 

I have an irrational anger at the number 5.

We got married on our 5 year anniversary.

He died 5 weeks later, on the 5th day of the week.

I only got 5 years and 5 weeks with my best friend, and a lifetime to go without him.

Oh, 5 has always been my favorite number.

….life has a fucked up sense of humor.

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