It slipped my mind, that day, and when I remembered I could only feel a staggering sense of loss that something once so important to me now only makes me tired. If I had kept my silence would anything have been different?

Of course it would. My entire life would be different. I’d be in a different college, with different friends, with an entirely different opinion of myself. And the sad bit is that even now I don’t know which life I would prefer.

Way too many other things for me to do, shouldn’t get stuck on this now.