My sister hasn't spoken about the incident last night. I guess she thinks it's one of the occasional sicknesses I always get. But, I would think she'd be more sympathetic towards me. I mean not as I want her to lecture me with kindness. I do know she's ever since been off since we moved to California. At least I'm enjoying Santa Monica though.
Honestly, I have absolutely no idea of what happened last night. It kinda felt like my soul just evaporated from my body. For visual, imagine a bowl of hot water vaporizing and turning to gas. My soul was the gas. Like in Doctor Strange, and in No Way Home, how their soul just gets punched outta 'em. That's practically what it felt like.
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General FictionThe world is so dark and grim, how can anyone possibly smile now. With so many deaths, it fills a space so big almost nothing can compare. Hatred feelings of loneliness and devastation. The void that was once there has disappeared almost completely...
