I have a cut on my abdomen. It’s a nick, not more than a centimeter wide, not more than 3 millimeters deep. I have no idea where it came from.
August is coming to an end. The year is coming to an end. Everything seems so sped up somehow. Life moves at a frenetic pace nowadays. I will never stop missing the days when things were slower. I don’t remember ever asking to grow up fast.
I don’t know why I’m writing this exactly. I just felt like typing words would make me feel better for some reason. It has not exactly helped.