I just realised now

that Time is passing. And it’s supposed to pass. That's the only thing it knows how to do. That is what it always has done. Obviously it doesn't bother it. I think that is perhaps why we've never got along that well. I feel like stopping, and Time feel like going. It is never a good idea to try stopping, because Time doesn't really care. It just passes you by without asking if it's ok with you and without even looking back to see if you're coming along. That is rude. I think. I don't know why I'm trying so hard to be friends with Time. I don't like rude friends. I'm trying too hard to please it. I'm saving time and I'm saving money just to have some quality time with Time. But to Time, neither money nor quality matter. Ignorant. Just like Space. I won't start talking about Space now. Let's just say that that's another rude friend I've got.

I should find some new friends.
I've heard that orange is quite nice.