I forgot that you existed…
Like most of the scatterbrains I’ve encountered recently, my inbox is awash with unread messages. Well-wishes from friends, requests for favours, and moody recollections all abandoned to a sea of missed notifications until the eventual arrival of that half-baked “sorry, I’ve been really bad at replying” message. Only then, when guilt has made you her meal, do you actually realise just how bad you’ve actually been. Not just at replying, but in general. Typing up that cookie-cutter response about