Madelyn’s entry#4

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Madelyn’s entry#5

It’s bright out today, almost unbearable, and today there’s not many around me, the quietness is almost as disheartening as I’m used to the constant chattering of patrons, at the normal coffee spot, no, today I thought I’d getaway at one of Eve’s favorite spots, the Library.

The library comes with cool amenities like free computer access, and there’s even a small rose bush garden on the outside, with bees buzzing around it, and I’d been watching it for the past hour now. the book I grabbed was opened to a random page, so others didn't find me suspicious, even if I had yet to turn a page.

I counted 1,2,3,4,7 of them flying around the garden, and I named them all.

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Henry, Ernie, Samuel, Howard, Edward, Ricardo, and Eddie.

They’re like little worker bees, buzzing in and out of the bush garden, it’s almost impressive how they come and go, always regrouping when need be.

I wish I could be a bee sometimes, shirking my responsibilities as a human, but then I think of the term, ‘worker bee’ then I think that maybe just not being…

Blah blah blah, Eve says that I shouldn’t think like that. ‘It isn’t very becoming of you’ is what she would say. I wanna tell my sister that being nosy and giving your little sister a useless journal to write in, isn’t very becoming of her. I wanna tell her that he’s still there, no matter if I write, distracting myself, he’s never gone, just there, some days close, some far, but never out of sight, day by day. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I wanna keep them closed, and drift off.

I’m so tired.