The good times are killing me

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Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because: ☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm ☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again ☐ A dog looked at me ☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance ☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven ☐ Daylight savings time ☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous? ☐ Girls are too pretty ☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted ☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen