*516 - loss

Together with my passport, I guess I've lost my diary too. It mostly chronicled the milestones in my love life over the past few years haha. Me at my lowest points, because who thinks about writing in diaries when you're busy being happy?

I suppose it doesn't matter that my diary's gone. After all, I only wrote about the important things, and the important things are the things that will remain with me whether I have it written down somewhere or not.

I'm being melancholic over nothing.

Just got back from snowboarding (I can't muster the energy to type out the exclamation points that this phrase very much deserves), and for no conceivable reason at all, I feel like sitting here and bawling. Keeping up a cheery facade over dinner was tiring. Why, though?

(I know I started off talking about my diary, but it's got nothing to do with losing it. I'm not that sentimental when it comes to objects.)

Losing losing losing.
Losing from the start.
I'm losing my touch.
Better to have loved and lost?
(Debatable.)
I'm lost.
I lost.
I've lost.
Lose losing loss lost.

Some words look strange when you stare too hard at them.