“Hey. You okay? You seem a little off.”
“I’m fine. Just losing my mind.”
“Oh good. I was afraid it was something serious.”
HOW YOU KNOW YOU’RE LOSING YOUR MIND
A few blog posts ago, I wrote about being a college stayer, though I fear that that post came off too “woe is me.” The reality is I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life. But I’m not sitting around, pitying myself day after day or anything of the sort. I didn’t want it to come off that way.
Today, you may pity me. Pity away. Because today (well, yesterday) I lost my best friend.
“You make it sound like I’m dying,” he told me and my friend.
“You’re gonna be dead to us,” she joked.
This is true. Though I am very much aware that the dead are incapable of shooting me a “I’m making friends!” text, when you see someone on an almost daily basis because they lived a few streets down from you and then suddenly can’t see them for three months. Instant. They’re gone. Only memories remain. It’s quite similar to death.