We just stopped talking out of nowhere. Happens every time.
I’m doing a swell job being on my own. Nothing less than 8 points for my Mid-course exams, nothing less than bringing joy and happiness to myself. I haven’t been doing much but being on my own. I’ve lost so many friends, so many people I cared for, that I don’t seem to bother who comes and goes anymore. I’m just grateful for those who stayed through, you’ve been the boost of confidence and the pillar of strength I needed.
I’m fine being on my own, if you want to leave I’ll chaperone you to the door, straight out. Don’t need for goodbyes, I have enough to last a life time.
What’s a home when it doesn’t feel like one, at all, anymore?