I can’t think of a title
Sometimes people are on their way to work, like you and I are every weekday, and they don’t make it there.
Sometimes they’re at work, and they don’t make it home. This one is hard to read.
Life can be really fucked up sometimes. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about this, but, do the people you care about know that you care about them? Do you tell them that a lot, or enough, or at all?