A passing thought
I haven't blogged in a while, I dabbled with my journal from time to time and then soon the habit left. I put my time and effort into my studies and friends and the future and I continued to rush and rush and even every entry it felt like a task, a means to an end. To try and document my life because I always have, not because I find it cathartic or meaningful. Sometimes I feel like I write in that journal because it looks good. I wanted to write today because I had a thought about you O, and someday when I have more time I will write again and hold myself accountable to the reasons why we didn't work out. But for now the thought. I find all your cards in my wallet today, I hadn't realised, and it seemed neither had you. It makes me sad and angry because that's the type of person you are. Forgetful, easy, chill, non-chalant. Of course you don't realise, you have no idea where anything was. No idea of what I was doing, it was just a reminder of how ill-suited we wer...