Hello, dear friend.
I write to you tonight because of this turn of events that’s made me feel smaller than ever. Isn’t it weird how you can be the center of one person’s world and they not even a speck in yours? Unrequited kind of love or relationship or whatever it may be.
Isn’t it funny how very easily people are taken for granted? And how words can be so empty. But inherently true at the same time.
If everyone is truly extraordinary, is anyone really?
I think I’ve made myself a tad bit too accessible. I think I need someone (other than myself) to care enough to tell me to keep time for myself and my personal goals. This is getting exhausting.
Just another dumping of thoughts.