I’d known about the hassle of feeding and cleaning after a child, and making sure the kid’s safe is an unquestionable factor, but who the fuck could’ve told me that holding one would be so much work and so fucking terrifying?
When I’d shown up to Keely’s party, the bulk of it’d taken place. Great greens and a delicious cake. I only partook in singing to songs that everyone knows when it first started out, but it got old really fast, and John (spelled correctly?) took it upon himself to keep the sulker company. He’s cool for doing so, and I didn’t mean to start the sulking, but very few events could’ve transpired to prevent me feeling alienated. Keelz had fun, that’s all that matters.
