There are only two reasons why people refuse to talk about things: First, it means nothing, and second, it means everything.

It is past midnight. Headache has been a frenziedly companion for the last 30 days. Ask me, and all that you can get is a shriveled well. The water has long been dried out by the blustery weather. Yes. Unerringly 30 days. And my lethargic mode is currently pulling me down to my bed.

I’ll get by. I know I can. And, I have to.

current status: i am still grieving. and i do not know when will it go away, or if it will ever leave.