I wish I could talk to my best friend again. They pulled me out of that lonely depth, got me excited to wake up. Made a lot of stuff, reignited my spark of creation. I was enjoying life even though we had a lot of rough moments, but we fought. I know they were going through stuff, and I know I'm a lot to deal of itself. So I started to talk to myself one way or another or recreate a moment of which I could've felt like something. I did pull back a lot, but I also showed care in the wrong ways. I'm blind, I can't take a hint. They needed space but I couldn't see that. Even though I really been at my own works compared to months ago, I was too needy. I'm sorry I was everywhere.

I'll be back here soon even though you won't be.