i really should take her outside more. but for a homebody such as myself who would rather read or crochet (although who am i kidding? chances are, i’d probably be sleeping my bum off.), it is quite an effort to get out of my hole-y house attire and draw my eyebrows. i know the latter isn’t mandatory but i don’t wanna be caught dead with my albino brows, do i?

speaking of dead, somebody i used to know died on this day. but at the time we were at the park, i didn’t know it yet. you know how they say that sometimes the dead/dying sends you signs or something? like the smell of candles or flowers, or a sudden gust of cold wind…

nope. nothing while i was browsing for a nice pair of over-the-knee boots online. not that i wanted him to. that would be downright creepy. not to mention awkward because we haven’t had any communication whatsoever for five years. a lot has changed since then. and i wouldn’t exactly say it was a good ending either. so if he did, i would’ve probably asked him to leave. and not in a very nice way.

several people messaged me asking me how i was, by virtue of my past association with him. like living ghosts coming out of nowhere to say, “how are you holding up?”

the truth is, i didn’t feel anything. and the fact that i could not squeeze any emotions out for him makes me feel guilty somehow. it’s not very politically correct.

it’s not that i hate him. i don’t. it’s just that there’s nothing left to feel. it’s all water under the bridge. and i burned that bridge a long time ago.

so at the risk of sounding like a heartless bitch, yeah, i’m okay.