Missing you is a phantom ache. It rises for no rhyme or reason. All this time Im left to wonder.
The summer is particularly hot and the mangoes are sweet. Do you like them to.
Sometimes i feel like im slipping into a trench that no one can dig me out of. Im loosing sight of the sky. Im forgetting what stars are like. Or why they mattered in the first place.
Are you doing well?
Its a strange question to repeatedly ask someone? Does this count as asking repeatedly?
Its 3: 51 and my sleep schedule has fallen apart. I have two more exams to clear. Paeds and Med. The theory is over. The practicals are left. I hate practicals.
Its been a while since i talked about 2020 to someone. She's a junior i keep telling her she listens then the conversation breaks off im not sure if she's really interested. But its nice to talk to someone.
