yes. i am actually blogging at work.
honestly just reaching the point where i couldn't give a fuck cos everything is just so pointless.
but anyway, that's not why i'm here. i'm here because i miss you.
i miss time we spent together. the weird lines of communication we shared.
the fact that we actually communicated. it was very foreign, very strange.
but in time we grew used to each other's differences. complimented it even.
so sometimes i do feel this sadness when i think about you, which to be frank, isn't even often.
and the saddest part is, you aren't even who most people would think i'm referring you to.
no one knows you.
i don't know you.
but for those moments we were in each other's lives, i guess you somehow made an impression.
the kind that isn't quite deep enough, but at the same time still brushes past my mind occassionally.
and at the end of the day you will be just another memory.
