In-between Sober and Buzzed

I’ve been having tiny flashes of you all week, maybe for even longer.

It’s not my prerogative to try and update this blog everyday, I’m not suffering from my illness like I have in past writings.

I was watching a YouTube video of a woman from Sweden and I thought “They say white people have no culture but there seems to be an abundance in. Scandinavia” and then I thought that you didn’t think to share any with me, didn’t think to give me any semblance of understanding.

And I go back to thinking that I shouldn’t feel anything for you, you gave up on us, on me, so quickly, there’s no real point or logic in feeling this way, and yet I do.

I listened to some music, and like how I built that older playlist, there were songs I could attribute to you, but like how the Killers now have a separate identity, adding those new songs to the playlist felt like me reaching to try and include something of you in my life. So I didn’t include those songs, didn’t even favorite them.

Honestly I want to think of you less and less, and I suppose I’m just trying to figure out how to do just that.