You’d think being forgotten is this horrible nightmare. One day you wake up and people want to hang out with you and talk to you all day. The next day you wake up, get in the pool and float for four hours without getting a single text.

I used to have this fear of missing out and I think I still do on some level but let me tell you, the wonderful silence of floating in a pool on a sunny day [speaking as someone who hates the sun] is mood changing. I mean it. All that talk about sun being good for depression, it’s really true in my opinion.

Being forgotten by people can be sad and lonely but sometimes all you need are your dogs and a pool.

[I’m writing this on August 9th, 2024 incase a day comes when I have too much on my plate to write. Yes, I am in my pool while writing this. Yes, it’s a piece of crap. I don’t hate it]

[yeah so it’s August 17th and somehow I got banned. I think it’s because I was venting about my ex. Totally my bad, I need therapy and this isn’t that 😅 anyways I’ll get back to proper writing soon.]