…. Right about…. Now.
Things have happened that I haven’t quite talked about. I’ve tried to stifle my emotions instead of using my standard practice of shedding tears; with the monsoon rains flooding my country, less expulsion of water is the need of the moment. I’ve been pushing the hurt and the pain deeper inside me for quite some time now, because I have more important things to do, books to read, notes to compile, assignments to make. As if all those things matter. As if all those things can really make me forget, even for a little while, the gaping hole that has been left in my life. I’m escaping. Is that wise? No. Should I be doing that? No. But I am doing it. And I will keep on doing it.
I didn’t plan on writing this, it just spilled. I’m messed up. Yes.