No words

Reliving

I reread the letter today and I cry every time. I know that I am crying because my heart slowly combusts but no one else can tell. Because I make no noise, noises are everything nowadays.
When I was younger, people would try to talk to me, but patience runs quickly away. And that's what I need in a friendship. Patience.
My mind often rambles on and on and on when I am on my way to school. Why am I telling you this?
Because I am rambling on and on and on. I am sure you could already tell.
I stand at the bus stop over by my house, a block and a half over. I always get there twenty minutes before I would have to because I enjoy standing in nature.
It's very calming.
I sit down on  the bench provided by my school, closing my eyes. I was ready to rest a little.
Crying always seem to make you tired, relaxed, or worried. It left me relaxed.
I, Scar Grace, have never been one for relaxing.
After being the reason for your father's death,
you most likely become self conscious and are too anxious to relax yourself.
I open up my eyes and see someone.
They didn't look like a big part of my life, but what do I know.
Maybe she will become one.