Just because I like to be alone sometimes doesn't mean I can't call my loved ones and text them from time to time. I had a short conversation with my godsister and it turns out there is a way to keep in contact with everyone. I just have to make sure I give each person a call or a text once every month. Although it is hard for me to do so, I am going to do so as I understand communicating with those you love gives them a sense of reassurance that you are still thinking of them. And I think that I can do that much, even if it is hard, just to keep my loved ones happy. I just have to manage my time better. As in while I am studying or working I will give a call or shoot a text even if I have to keep it short I just have to set boundaries.
Somewhere along the way I dropped something. I can't remember what it is. I don't even remember the exact time. But for sure I dropped something. I wish I were told when I did. But who else can I blame but myself. In a world full with pretense that everything is okay, being the the bleeding pen doesn't hurt as bad. Spilling ink as if there was an unlimited source of ink. Spilling like there is no tomorrow. The color looks so beautiful as the sunlight hits the ink. It feels good to feel something other than pure bliss and the occasional frustration. It feels like I am alive. I have fallen off cloud nine only to be met by broken glass. I didn't see it coming. It hurts a little, maybe a lot. It felt like a sting. No, more like the reaper somehow took a piece of my heart. I whisper to myself, I will be okay. I have to be, because a broken heart could be my demise.
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