So I'll just write it down.

Sometimes things are way too difficult to explain in words so writing it down makes it easier to express.

Isolation, confrontation, restoration, fall back. It's a vicious cycle that I'm constantly going through.

So truth-- we all want it, even though it hurts. And as for me, I'd probably befriend the truth for all the wrong reasons. Except I can't further explain. But time came for contemplation, and I tried to keep it cool and I seemingly did so for a minute. But I never thought I'd miss the comfort that much. And YOU KNOW, it's funny how you subconsciously push certain things to its limit, but those certain things may easily come back, anytime you let it, anywhere you have it.

Like, what do you do when the most you can do about a missing presence is miss the presence? I don't know. whatever..