Some days carry a heaviness that words cannot fully explain. For years now, I’ve felt a quiet loneliness — not the kind where you have no one, but the kind where you have everything around you, yet something inside feels empty. A solitary soul, or maybe just a mind that gets tired, frustrated, and overwhelmed for a few minutes before finding its balance again. Today started like that — a strange, heavy feeling. I needed to go to the hospital. My body was tired, the pain was real, and I couldn’t escape it this time. Usually, I try to avoid hospitals altogether. They remind me of things I don’t want to remember. Still, I needed money to go. When I asked her, she paused. Not out of rejection, not out of resentment — just because of human moment of thinking(?), of processing. Life isn’t always smooth for any of us. She said she would borrow it from a friend and send it. And I don't felt angry, but appreciate that. Truly. But meanwhile, I asked another friend… and she sent the money imm...