So, we’re going to the beach tomorrow. Kinda odd, considering the fact that it’s December and it’s quite cold. It’s actually my first time to go to the beach this season. Usually I’d just stay at home, go to the mall during the weekend, etc. So…there.
I kinda don’t want to go though. Stupid nostalgia and over thinking. While packing, I immediately remembered that the last time I went to that beach, we (me and her) were still on good terms. We talked all day until my phone broke because it got wet
since I jumped out of the pool after about an hour of swimming ‘cause I knew that I got a text from her. And she told me something sweet. Yeah, yeah, I know. I should stop reminiscing. I have got to stop bringing back the past. It’s just going to make me feel even more depressed than I already am.
I just really wish that things will finally be okay between us.