I Own A Calendar.

 My social media is just a roll-call of people who've died, or people pointing out that records I like are fifty years old, or that we are now further in time from an event that was nearer the Second World War than that event had been when it took place.* Thanks. 

I can only afford to mourn people I've heard of. I have a calendar, so I know the date. I know, approximately, when things happened. Constantly pointing out the passage of time is not the fucking the revelation you think it is. Enough already. 

I am slowly being shoved off social media. This shit is not healthy. 

*This sentence nearly makes sense.