2022 is to meet in the middle
I journal-ed a lot lately in my notebook. Yes, it's the small blue note book that I always carry around in my pink pouch. I don't know why, my writing is not that good anyway, plus typing is so much quicker and easier. I think it's just my emotional imbalance that pushes me to handwrite instead of type. Okay, I thought we agreed we'd meet in the middle. But then I remembered, no, it was me who suggested it and you were never on the same page. You never agreed to it. It's always me. I thought I'd give you time alone when you're feeling unsure, then when you're a bit fine, you can talk it over to me. But you never did. You kept it all by yourself, and I try to let it slide, most of the times. I get to do the hard work translating and interpreting why you act what you act. You were never taking any part in helping me figure things out. Either you want to let it pass or you really have no idea how to tell me. Or maybe you think I must be so smart to think e...