Maybe it was a conversation i had with Lynette. I feel like friends aren't forever. They come and go, just because that's the way life is. Some move. Some don't like you any more. Some have kids. Some work all the time. It's kind of sad... But it's also beautiful because for a moment in your life you crossed paths.
Lynette says she doesn't have friends. Well I don't have a lot either. And they are all weird.
Anyway yesterday we all went to the wetland park and saw mudskippers and non existent butterflies and all kinds of birds. We rolled around on the grass and pointed at trees and turtles and the sky. Typical city people.
Maybe it's just me but i get all emotional thinking one day i might forget all this. So i should write it down. I think it's because after popo died, i keep thinking that everybody might die soon. Kind of creepy but it's true right?