sigh thought only these rifts happened in sitcoms but alas it is a reality i cannot delude myself from. perhaps only time is the ultimate healer. read this somewhere 'time is no healer. the patient is no longer here.' what if time doesn't put an end to all this vague mouldable soft mess but instead isolates and distances it? sigh my life is imitating bad tv help hoping with all my fickle heart that this grand master plan i am conceiving will be enough to let all grievances fade.

see if i had a dog he/she would probably lick my face and i'll feel 500x better but my imagination can only take me this far one day i might just flip and capture a dog home and no one can do anyth about it meh