In My Hands

        Things are becoming more, suited, I guess. Not sure what the correct word for this is. Comfortable? Comforting. Things are starting to become more comforting. I'm not gonna shout it out and soak it all in just yet though. I'm keeping my expectations low, I'm keeping it gradual and slow so that I won't freak out and cause shit to go down.         First off, apparently I was wrong on who came to visit me Saturday. Turns out it really was who I thought it was, despite the car. How do I know this? Well, my friend messaged me after a while. It was just a number on my phone, an unknown number. I had a feeling it was who I thought it was, and it was (a real good friend of mine).         He's like "it's blank!" and I'm thinking "Yep, had a feeling it was you" (in a good way). He asked how I've been holding up, why I deleted my Instagram, how he planned to visit me that day but was not able to due to his ride. I'm thinking l...

These posts will be more sporadic than the ones in my last project. I'll be writing when I feel like writing instead of having it be constant. Maybe I'll do recaps towards the end of weeks or something.         So my dad told me today that yesterday, a group of my friends drove to my house and asked for me. My dad described them of being two girls and a guy, in a blue Honda. And, at first, when he told me that my friends had drove on over to ask for me, my mood did light up. In my mind I was like "Wow, they actually did care about me." The people he described, it seemed obvious that it was, you know who. You know the people.          He told them I was at work and wasn't home, evident by the car that I drive being missing from the driveway. I told my dad "Alright, I'll talk to them and ask if they did come on over and what they wanted." I felt good, pretty good. But then I thought about the blue Honda part and the circumstances of yesterd...