I started studying again almost a month ago. Just because I felt like it, mostly.
I take the train to school because driving would be too hassling. I pass a multitude of people each time, yet it’s funny that even only after a few weeks there are already people I’ve begun to recognize on my morning commute. That young girl with the brown school uniform. That lady with the small floral backpack. Leading lives of their own.
Short, not sweet. This feels unfinished but I can’t seem to get myself to write anymore, maybe because I’m still struggling with it. Perhaps I’ll revisit it one day and complete this. #50thpost
Do you ever kinda just look at someone after they’ve done something and think, “What the heck, man?! Are you serious?”?
Because I certainly have.
Random thoughts from the last few weeks. Not very coherent, although one of my goals for this year is to write more on this blog (hopefully at least once a month) so despite this being posted on the last day of the month, it still counts!
I feel as though there are two types of people – the one that, upon getting lost, will keep calm and enjoy the scenery while they get back on track, and me — the type of person that has a bit of a breakdown when they don’t know where they are and will try their best to find their way back as quickly as possible.
Friday the 13th.
There are people who might call me borderline superstitious, but this particular date has never bothered me or caused me to be extra cautious when it comes around. This particular date still does not bother me or cause me to be extra cautious when it comes around. So when the funeral director confirmed if that was the date we wanted the funeral to be on, we said yes without a second thought.