Dear diary.

It’s been a long time since I have written. It’s 1 o’clock here. It’s been a while since I have been alone. I have to say I have gotten used to it. Although not easy at times it’s ok.

There has been ups and downs. I have fell in and out of love more times than I care to remember and it hasn’t really been that long.

Trying to justify what love is. What we consider it to be. What I consider it to be. What is it. I don’t really know anymore.

I don’t know if I can be a better person. I would consider myself strong and weak. What a contradiction. Really. No one knows me better than me.

I have lost people. My best friend gone. How many times have I wanted to call him and talk to him. I realised it is that that I miss more than anything. And considering to start off with I hated talking on the phone to him. How we change.

Last weekend I made two lists. One of things I am grateful for or motivational words. The other a to do list. It’s funny but expressing yourself makes things easier to digest.

Go figure