‣ b. Okay, dear..

b. Ease it in. Find some music, grab a thought and.. Yank it. Hug it hard and feel it.

b. All front and feels for you, dear ‣

it hurts, and i’m scared. this is all so foreign and scary, i miss my mom

i miss my sister and my home, the place where i grew up, the place where Marthematics and i grew up, where i came to exist, where i have cried and lived for so long

i feel, i feel too much and too hard and it hurts my chest and soul to feel like this

i’m scared of failing, of having chosen the wrong path, of having made the wrong decisions i can’t do this, i can’t stay in front, i feel like am slipping away,, ‣

 m. I think that song made me front more than you expected it to.. I’m sorry, furball.  

b. It’s.. okay, we are trying and dear Cel needs rest.. Let her back and I’ll try to help you out until things calm down. Even if that means that You (and I too) get to take on her/our tasks. 

b. Tho for now we should find some light-hearted entertainment and rest, we definitively will need it for work ‣

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