I’m obsessed with endings. I may not be the one to execute or act first—sometimes I feel like my life is simply happening to me—but I will write these endings in my mind: I am always telling myself this is the last time as a way of reminding myself to savor something—as a reminder that everything can be taken away. As a way of taking control over something I have absolutely no control over—as though I myself had penned and therefore chosen the way the story ended. I want things to be tied up neatly. No extra string.
