I look at this picture and it just reminds me of everything we went through, how much of a wreck I was and how much these 2 great friends were always there to keep me going. I’m blessed that they’re in my life, happy that we got to know each other, and so glad that we’re friends.
If I should be sad about anything regarding the past 3 months, it would be that we’re no longer together but I’ve learnt not to be sad that it’s over, but to be happy that it happened. I never knew that I could meet such great people in hell.
Aside from tht, I’m pretty happy with how I’ve spent the last 12 days. I’ve met up with close friends, best friends, an old friend and gotten back in touch with...life. The last 12 days, I think, were pretty essential to me and though I’ve overslept, lazed around the house, wasted time in town, I’m happy I did all that because I’ve forgotten what that felt like. But now that the 12 days are over, I'm happy that it happened, not sad that it's over.
