Distance. Like a wall of glass in between me and the ones I care for. Skype calls filled with silence, accidently rude text messages, snapping unexpectedly. Emptiness. A feeling of being incomplete. That's how I feel right now, in this moment. I tried combatting it by writing it and having fun with a friend but...it didn't work. The sadness only grows the more I think about it. Writing doesn't help. Stories can't fill the void I feel. It is only now that I realize just how lucky I am to have people who care for me.I feel selfish, disgusting even. A human being that doesnt...that doesn't. Oh nevermind...I think I'll just leave it here. I'll sleep on it and hopefully feel better tomorrow. If not...well...
There's always Wattpad...
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The Willow Maid and Other Stories
Short StoryA collection of stories I've derived from pretty songs and things that are too short to put into a whole book.
