Last weekend was possibly one of the best weekends, for this year at least. It wasn't much, it wasn't fancy. Just 5 girls, making a mess in the kitchen, had way too much desserts, and camping in the living room, talking till 4 something in the morning. I will always be more comfortable with old friends.
Talking to them put a lot of things into perspective. It made me realise that despite it all, I am still allowed to share whatever that's been circulating in my head. Listening to them taught me that I'll never be alone.
Sometimes, when I'm left alone with my thoughts, I feel suffocated. My airway blocked by an invisible source of forces. I scan around, trying not to panic, as I struggle to make out the cause of my choking. I keep searching, but no voice escaped my throat as I try to scream. Upon giving up, I realise that all along, I've been standing in a room surrounded by mirrors, my own hand clutching my neck.
"It's not as bad as it seems," they say. So am I suppose to divide everything by half?
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