I haven't been in a rainstorm for a long time.
It's beautiful. It's nice to be in my car for these so I have the tin-roof sound. So calming and refreshing.
I'm finding myself looking at pictures of people more and more. People in my life, people I used to know...
And they feel like ghosts. They don't feel real.
stepping back onto old, familiar ground
I've been thinking about journaling again.
Life is busy and I don't have much free time to sit and write anymore but the thought is there.
So for now, hello woohu! I'm not sure who is left but I hope you're doing good and life hasn't been too harsh since I tapped out. The time I've been gone has been... rough. Got sick, nearly died. All good now, but I lost a few years.
People make choices that are better for them in the end, they care little of the effect it has on someone else. I have and so have others. And I'm not going to stop living because someone has decided to not keep me in their life. If they really cared about me, they would have stuck around. Goodbye past, hello true present, I'm not quite ready for you, but you've been thrust upon me. How could I not have remembered the whole reason why I made this journal in the first place?
"Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody."