It’s been a while since I wrote on here.

I’m busy, too busy to indulge. Too busy to indulge in life, to live. the see, to feel.

Busy keeps me safe, it keeps me from getting hurt, except I’m getting lonely. lonelier.

She said, “You have no close relationships, that’s who you are, you do this with everyone…”

Was that supposed to help me, help us?

It didn’t help. It’s sort of true, I don’t divulge and open up to many people, not anymore. Not since I lost my brother.

I’m mostly happy, observing rather than partaking. Is that not ok? Do I, should i partake more?

No idea.