They'll say, Oh no, what happened? and I'll laugh. Shrug. I'm just an idiot. But no, seriously. You were close. And we were. I was just going through some hard times - mentally. My brain was being crushed like tide pods in a PressTube video. I couldn't control what was going on. My grades dropped, my productivity was at an all-time low. I though everything had peaked years ago, but that was only the beginning. I thought I was getting better, but I wasn't.

So what did you do? Did you drift apart? No, it wasn't drifting. It was the island of La Palma crashing into the water and pulling apart every peace of every day life. I blamed her for everything. My sadness, my fears. My lack of sleep and computer addiction. None of which she caused. All of which she once helped. And even when I blocked her, whispered goodbye and forced it to happen...I still wanted to talk. To call her the way I used to. Not to IM. To speak to each other, live and real. The way I always loved to do.