What is the point of it all? Does it even matter?

...

It probably does, but only slightly now. Every time any other concern blows out of proportion, I am pulled back to reality and all that truly matters.

It feels like you are fading away... please don't. Please don't seem so eager to leave. Come back. It will all be fine. Maybe you don't care and you are tired or have lost faith, and that is fine. But listen, perhaps? A little bit? ...I don't know.

It feels like you were a different person since that day, but it wasn't so bad. Was that the point of transformations, or has this been a slow death all along?

I keep thinking about what I could have done, but as time goes on, why does it feel like nothing could have been done? That simply makes no sense. There's always something to be done.

...Right?

Too often, I can't believe it happened. I just want things to get better, now.

I do not think there is much to say or think about right now. Take the present as it comes. We will be patient and see what happens.

Hopefully, things can normalise, somehow. 

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