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18 February 2014
4.38AM
No matter what I do, time always has its way of making me wander. Be it when I'm busy, or out having fun with my friends, or striking a random conversation, or keeping still, or lying here in bed (in a chalet, or at home), that split second always makes me wander. It's not really about me thinking of all the beautiful things possible, all the unmade scenarios possible, but really about just a human being. It's that one name, one face, that I can't seem to vividly remember. I just sit/lie down here for that few seconds just allowing my mind to wander and self-declaring that I miss everything when I probably do not even. I guess most of the time it is just the loneliness sinking in. Or perhaps the thought of having him here with me when he realistically isn't anymore. And perhaps it is that I wish he was, (with no intention of him being all corny or proud about it), simply because I miss him all too well.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard.”