Cry Me a River

Part 3

Hey, it's Willow! I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1,500 followers here on my blog. I never dreamed a girl like me who was very fond of photography could get so much support. A new theme of photos will be up next week!
                                                  Yours truly, Willow
     I remember when I first started my blog. I was so carefree and full of life. I don't know why I'm scrolling through my old blog at midnight. Reminiscing, when I'm conscious at least, isn't really my thing but looking at the good old days somewhat fills my spirit. Is it filling me with good memories though? Reminiscing is hard when you try your best to lock away your past.
    I wish I could sleep. It's usually hard for me to fall asleep. If I sleep, I'm scared I'll never wake up.
    I turn off my laptop and reach for my phone. Midnight must really have an effect on me because I was crazy enough to try and call Mitchell.
    When he didn't pick up, I stood there and forgot to hang up. I accidentally left a five second voicemail of nothing.
     Nothing. If I wasn't feeling sleepy, Michael would have felt like nothing to me. Does it make me crazy wanting to run back to my past? Time feels like it's fleeting, the days feel shorter, and I feel more and more lonely.
    I decided to do something. I decided to update my blog followers. That last post was a little before I got diagnosed.
    The easiest thing to say was probably something like, "If you haven't heard, I got diagnosed with cancer. K bye." But that sounded rude. Maybe I shouldn't do this.
    I had fallen asleep for the first time in awhile. The blog would have to wait.