I wonder if things happen for a reason. Logically that doesn’t make sense to me, but sometimes it’s nice to think that it’s true. Also, it is fucking crazy how important life is to us, but just think of all the other planets and galaxies in space. We are basically miniscule, you know? 80 years of life is nothing compared to the time span of the universe. Like it’s crazy. How many things are there that we don’t know. Why are we so entitled? These thoughts exhaust me. I would be a terrible philosopher.
My mum left for home today~ ;___;
Ugh, I totally needed this visit from her, and she needed it, too. I miss her already.
But, I get to see her — and my dad! — again in October, which will be really super nice.
Now I have to do some sketching and stuff for my assignment. School starts next Tuesday, and I have almost ZERO done for the project. Meeting up with my old partners-in-crime in a few hours to power through the work.