I started this thought on Twitter just now, but I feel like it’s too expansive for there. But basically, I really… can’t believe that I’m still alive. And I really can’t comprehend all the time that I’ve lived.
Like, at the moment, I’m talking to an old friend on Facebook. We’ve known each other for a very long time, and we used to be super close and stuff. Anyway, she’s from a time period that I always… forget about. It seems so far off. And it’s weird, because it was a very long time period, too, so… I dunno.
Am I just getting worked up over nothing? Probably.
Oh no, but okay, this is something even worse to me. The other day, someone reblogged a selfie of someone, and oh my god it was really scary because I recognised that person so strongly, but I have absolutely no idea where I know him from. Which doesn’t sound too bad, you know, but like, it’s not just that. I feel like he was a really, really important person to me at some stage, and that really… makes me feel terrible.
This is probably one of those “facts of life” that I can’t seem to handle, but I dunno. I don’t like not… knowing. Or remembering. Or whatever. I dunno. I’m probably thinking way too much about this.
I’ve had three pots of tea in the last couple of hours because all of a sudden I started feeling really, really cold, and this is after me bragging about how I wasn’t feeling the cold when I was outside earlier, so… karma?
But yeah, I dunno, the tea is only very slightly helping, so my next plan is to just make enough tea to fill up a bath and just… oh wait maybe I can just have a regular bath, because you know, I didn’t just forget that that’s a thing, or anything.
Jake is eating plain puff pastry
yeeeeah it damn good
my town has been experiencing a huge drought and the first time it really rains in years this fucking happens
TIME TO GO
don’t worry, i wrote a rap specifically for this occasion