It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.
yeah, human works in a funny way.
okay too tired im gna head to bed already. tiring.
semester 3 is also tiring zz
