Saw someone typing a diary on my flight back from Jakarta. With my perpetual lack of sleep, disjointed thoughts and ridiculous short-term memory, I wondered if I should do the same. I thought about using which notebook to use, and felt it the best with pen and paper. But the practicality of it pretty much overrode the catharsis offered by the medium.
Typing on my phone now for Blogspot sucks. But it might still be the best after all.
Running my head through the week, it was still the comment made to me on Friday night that stuck. Because it stung and it was unfair. She just must spoil a person’s day. Like it’ll be an unchecked task if she just doesn’t keep her mouth shut. I wish she will. For real.
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