(1,4,2026)Today was interesting,i talked to someone i haven't talked with in a while, who used to be one of my closest friends. We didnt talk for long but she told me that she did not actually hate me which im really relieved with since we never talked about why we stopped hanging out. I assume it was probaby because some of the people she was friends with insisted that we liked each other. Which to be fair, i had a crush on her that never really went away. However i assume it must have been very difficult for her to deal with all the time.
(1,4,2026)
Standing by the precipice,
Beside a shadow at the edge.
He looks down into the abyss,
Wondering what is to come,
He stares at the churning sea below,
truly believing that he will soon join those in the depths.
He prepares himself for the fall and slowly steps nearer.
The wind pushes him forward as if encouraging his descent.
I cannot move,
I cannot breathe,
All I can do is to hope that what is to come will cease.
The wind pushes further and the boy steps closer.
He stumbles as if regretting,
He falls,
It is not quick,
It is not peaceful,
He joins those who have fallen like him,
liDown in the depths.
What will become of him I wonder,
As I edge closer to the abyss