I know. It's been a while. I don't know if it's worth doing this anymore. I haven't wanted to reflect on things for quite a while now. Not when the pain is still so raw and sitting just every so slightly just below the surface. Scratching will only draw blood and god knows I've been bloodied enough.
And so what do I do? I try not to dwell. I skip over ever so gently, tuck it away in the deeper recesses of my mind cave. And it's just there. We all know it's there. But we pretend, we play that game. It's the only way to cope with something so huge.
I don't know how they will pick through my words when I'm dead and gone. Will they even bother? Or will I merely slip away and disappear without a trace?