As the teacher continued with the lesson, I am left behind in my memories. When such an important person disappears from your life, this feeling of being stuck in memories permeates through everything you do. Mama died a week ago, and since then I have found myself thinking of little else but her. As the world moves around me, my mind wanders and conversations become a dull drone in the background...
I don’t understand people. They always strive to discover what is different, yet when they find something new they are always afraid of it.
I’ve tried making friends but it’s proven to be very difficult lately, mostly due to my “habits” that I sometimes express at the wrong times but I assure you I don’t do them on purpose, I promise. You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this, well her...