Hello, old friend.
I know you well by now.
Far too well for a girl of mere 14.
I guess, in a sense, you could call me jaded.
I remember this feeling.
The day everything fell apart,
I had this feeling.
The day when everything…
What’s the word?
Shattered?
No, too dramatic.
Collapsed?
No, too anti-climactic.
Was shredded into tiny bits by mere feeling?
Yes, that will do.
(And that’s not too dramatic…?)
My old friend, do you remember that day?
The day I met you.
Ever since then, you have been with me.
You’ve never left my side.
I know you better now.
Much better.
I understand you.
I’m still not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
I guess ours is a love-hate relationship.
Recently, something similar to that day happened.
That day, you came into very clear focus.
I finally found out your name.
I finally figured out why you make me feel the way you do.
You have many names.
I know you so well.
Every bit of you.
My dear old friend.
Everyone does.
Despair, Fear, Loneliness, Pain.
My dear old friend, Pain.
You know me too well.
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