Can't even remember the last entry. Lot has happened since the last blabbering. Tragedy came and left. Lost someone close and dear. Too young, too small, too delicate. Everyone has moved on. To my disgust, Even those were personally involved. Where else I am still hearing little foot steps at the door. High pitch voice ringing in my head. Can't stop tearing every time something reminds me of the angel whom I was blessed to meet and love for a while. Life has to move on, I keep hearing. Others just talk about things that don't interest me to make me forget. Not sure if they wanna help me forget or are trying to avoid the pain themselves. Some have even been insensitive. Preferred to gossip about the mishap than, than honouring the privacy of moaners.
Either way life goes on...
PS: appreciate friends not to read this and call me to ask me shit, whats all this about and etc... no offence but some of you suck at trying to find out whats going on someones mind or even comforting for the matter.
So do me a favour, fucking stop commenting and the bloody need to know on every fuck thing I write, and say. Cause I don't fucking care what shit you say or write about. I can't fucking have a reason for every shit I do. Yours Noses out of my arse might be encouragement to actually start writing again.
Cheers,
M.T
