Ah what the heck.
It's been a heavy-hearted week.

Everything just seems to be going on rough patches.

It's all these tough shit that happens out of nowhere.
That catches you off guard.
For some...you know what is making you this way.
For others...it's just no rhyme or reason.

Whichever is worse?

And all i want to do is to tell you that
everything will be alright.
There is a part of me that doesn't quite know what to say
nor the right thing to do.
But then again...
sometimes the best thing to do is silence.
And just being there.

Can i do that for you?

And i still can't quite explain.
the staggering feeling of a constant fatigue.
Why does something feel wrong
when nothing really is?

Is there an innate need for you to need to live in chaos?
Is stability too ordinary for you?

Slow down. Stop.

Don't stop.

she spoke at
12:19 PM