October, October, October.
Some people have "bad days."
I have bad months.
Ever since I was seven years old, something bad has happened.
To death, to sickness, to surgery, to accidents.
There's always something.
My mom is getting surgery on the first.
This is the tenth year aniversary of my fathers death.
Call me paranoid, but I can feel like horrible coming.
Please be good to me October.
I'm tired of being scared.