F

Why does everything seem to start with F? Like friends, fear, and force. Some things feel different, but in the end, it always leads to conversations I don’t want to have. It’s hard to do anything, but I tried, with you by my side, and now, so far away. I’m sorry, for the things I said, for the way I spoke to you. It’s really hard to describe, but in the end, I need to accept that everything, in some way, feels... fucked.