I’m sad. Scared of this empty page.
I don’t have cancer. I ‘m not in drugs. I’m not an orphan. But yet, I’m still sad… and scared.
Maybe it’s just due to my period, my age, my freckles… or simply has always been there; waiting for the exact period, age and precise freckles to go away, be free, experience the truth. Truth huh…. Boy! let’s just not talk about it. About how much I miss our one-o-one-virtual-thingy. I just couldn’t explain it, could I?