The Vurdering

Ohmanohmanohmanohman.

Winter is just about here. It’s getting colder and darker and quieter, and I can feel the depression about to set in. I don’t want to do this again. I really, really don’t.

I don’t know how I’m going to get through winter one more time; I barely made it through last year without losing my mind. This is not good. I’m already not in top form as it is, and I know the dead season could be just the thing to tip me over the edge.

What am I going to do? I’m not ready for this. I don’t want to do this.

Does it have my eyes, my way with words? Does it look like me at all?

No, not at all ‘cause we adopted him. I can’t believe you don’t remember, it was a very difficult process!