I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
43 minutes ago i was like, “alright Jack, i know you get anxious when you do time management and this whole week has been super busy, so let’s take a break and have the next hour be unstructured time! you can relax! :)”
and i have spent that interval feeling very tense, nervously sweating, mind racing, glancing at my planner every few minutes and jumping between a dozen different websites unable to really focus on anything
