I'm listening to a song called lost & found. It's dark now. Seven minutes to seven. I woke up feeling down today. I felt sad, lost, angry. I was really down about not having achieved my goals.
I feel numb. I no longer feel sympathy when I hear of someone's death. My reaction, is at most, a shrug. Since I lost my dad. Then my aunt.
My crush lost his dad. The man had a resemblance to my dad. I felt nothing. This was what came to my mind: We all lose people; If not taken by death, they probably betray us and we lose them, along with our trust.
I feel bad for my crush tho. Let's call this crush Pere💗 (Both "e" (s) pronounced like the 'e' in egg).
A new song just came up on my playlist. It brought nostalgia. I remembered when I had just finished secondary school. The excitement for the life ahead, the visits and strolls with friends.
Today's takeaway 📦✨: If we don't get lost, how can we feel the joy and refreshment of being found 👾
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