03.08.18

I found this on my hard drive the other day, from high school. I’m actually not that sure who I was writing about, which stings a bit. I’m also confused by the second line – I can’t remember people ever being interested in my friendship heart breaks.

I want to write an actual thing about this – about healing and the eventual realisation that healing has happened. I’m never sure about the best outlet for my writing anymore. Sometimes leaving it here feels like a waste, but I’m also sick of trying to shape my thoughts to fit an submission style.

03.08.18

Do you remember a time when we were close?

I tell people that nowadays we don’t talk as much. But as much as what I’m not sure. As much as we once did? Or as much as we someday could?

Sometimes I think that our entire friendship exists in potential. I’m not sure that we have ever been as close as we would like to be.