Fall is here. First day in the 60's here after a record-breaking, brutal summer. I brace myself. Autumn fills me with melancholy. I've read that my situation is common enough to have a name. I just don't remember what it is.
This will be the first one without Jamaica. I don't really understand if I'm no good at grieving or if I'm just too good at it.
Don't ever let anybody tell you that there's no such thing as too sensitive.