I haven’t seen any of my friends in years.
I’m not even sure if I can still call them “friends” after ignoring everyone who tried so hard to reach out to me.
I’m writing this now (and will be writing more in the future) as an indirect way of communicating with them. It’s unlikely they’ll come across this blog and even if they do they might not know its me, but I feel slightly better because it’s like talking to them indirectly.
I still have a lot of shit to sort, but things are looking better so I’m trying really hard.
After eating カレーお粥, everything seems alright
I haven’t posted anything on tumblr for a while now. I created an account here with an agenda. I miss the days of blogging with anonymity. Since I started earning money from blogging 4 years ago, what went from being “just a hobby” most of the time, now feels like work. I wanted to post things here that I wouldn’t (or couldn’t) just freely blog about. But then I remember I love writing about books and food that’s why I blog about them in the first place, thus neglecting tumblr.
"Stop it! We can’t giggle, it’s a crime scene."
— John Watson, “A Study in Pink" Sherlock