So yeah, I'm not as well off as I thought I was. Not seeing her for a few days led me into a false sense of security that I was fine. Or maybe it was just that I had been tired and that's what it was. Either way, I was not feeling happy in the pit of my stomache. I've also got a new worry to add to the list. Things were psuedo semi quasi demi akward when talking to her. I dont' want things to be akward, but will I be able to get over myself enough to keep that from happening? I really like her a lot, and I don't want to lose her friendship, but if I make things akward evertime we're in the same place together...that could cause issues. Why does life have to be so complicated? I gave advice last night, now I need to follow it.
Time come, time gone,
but still memory goes on.
The images of the past,
are real and always last.
Now is often lost,
but what is the cost?
An important meeting,
someone that must be seen.
The time for one's own self,
often times is put on the shelf.
Ample regrets, tortured tasks,
waiting to see who asks.
The turmoil stays inside,
making me cower and hide.
A mask will be worn
to cover a heart; beaten and torn.
The days go on for everyone,
the heaviness of thought, a ton.
What to do in that day,
only you can say.
I felt like trying creativity again. Not that I'm much good at it, but it works.
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