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Perspectives
Everything feels really different for some reason. I see outside of myself, my body, my physical limit. Reading again feels good. But it brings a lot of introspect, a lot of thoughts. Which is good, because I needed that compared to living in the modern Dark Ages.
I couldn’t even remember your tumblr name. Ahaha. It’s weird. I haven’t thought about you in so long. Like, thought thought (you know it has emphasis with italics and repetition). How are you doing? Are you different? I don’t want to be your friend, I just want to see what’s happening with you.
It takes a long time for a person to deal with a loss. I get to experience that secondhand (again?) at school. It’s sad. Sad and interesting.
I don’t know how to say this in words. It’s weird. Really weird.
I want to be their friend but I don’t know how. I think I should just stay away.
