i think people sometimes forget who i am.

i am a girl, a student, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a stranger, a memory, a thought, a patient, a customer and an enemy.

but above all, i am myself.

there are times when i am everything of the above-mentioned, times when i am anything of the above-mentioned, and times when i am nothing.

it is during the times when i am nothing that i keep to myself and isolate myself because coming close would mean something. it would mean keeping up appearances and being a something, be it a friend or a thought.

will there ever be comfortable silences?

disappointments make and break you. digits on a report slip make them but they break me. of recent times, they have been doing nothing but breaking me. but who would know? maybe one or two, because they're going through the same thing as me. maybe this is why we have friends and family for different reasons.

don't say it's okay because it's not.