Everything is changing
And this will by no means be the end of it.
It never ceases to fascinate me how numb and distant it can still feel, when really the people I’ve surrounded myself with already treat me differently. And, well, in some ways I treat them differently too. The fact of the matter is, there is no time left. I’m going to wake up a month from now in a different bed, and it will hit me that this was it, and whatever happens in the next two weeks will be how I remember my friends.
But how long, before I’m just a memory?
Before you can’t remember me?
Well, twelve more days, and then we find out.
I’m hoping for the best.
