writing, but not really
The saddest thought is "never again." It can be the happiest thought, too, I suppose, but, lately, I've noticed that it's a very sad thought to have. It shouldn't be, because that's life, you know? But it's life, and it's human to be sad about things coming to an end. The end of an era. The words seem tragic just by themselves. And the worst part, the saddest part comes when it's abrupt, it's a set date. It doesn't slowly fade away to become replaced by a new era. It's just over. Sometimes, I think that's a good thing.
There's more...but, in an attempt to save myself from embarassment over other people reading such crappy sentences, and in an attempt to get to bed a bit earlier, I will only type up one sentence (I think I know why what I wrote sucked...it was in pencil)
I had a weird moment the other day. I was thinking how ridiculous it is to have a name, how human it is. How weird the word "Adi" sounded in my mouth. It was close to being an out-of-body, existential experience, but it ended up being just a thought.
There's more...but, in an attempt to save myself from embarassment over other people reading such crappy sentences, and in an attempt to get to bed a bit earlier, I will only type up one sentence (I think I know why what I wrote sucked...it was in pencil)
I had a weird moment the other day. I was thinking how ridiculous it is to have a name, how human it is. How weird the word "Adi" sounded in my mouth. It was close to being an out-of-body, existential experience, but it ended up being just a thought.