Damn.

I spoke with my friend yesterday, Shya. It's just fucking crazy, not really opening up, but just relating to the same situation, shit made the Kidd cry. Not, bawl, just let some tears flow and just hurt like a dagger being pierced through your front. I don't know, I can't tell her , I'm too scared to say anything, hell no, that's be just dumb, and it isn't my place too, I don't believe. It's almost like I am at stage one again, but not as bold. So, I'll just be discontented, an not because I don't know, just because I do. What do I do?

Until I get an answer, back to my discontentment.