Ending

Today feels wrong or bad somehow.  I can’t explain it.

All things come to an end eventually, right?

A story begins, a situation begins, a job begins, a circumstance begins, but it all must end some day.

I need it to end.  I need an end so bad – it is literally killing me.

The demands upon me that no one can see are unbearably great.

I need an end.

By the way, does anyone want a cat?  I’m going to have to give him away since he’s developed behavioral bladder problems.