Last night something brought me the realisation, how much i have failed to keep in touch with the people in my life. whats the point in thinking others have changed when we, ourselves have, in a way or another? it felt painful, really really painful to think that i never cared like i used to. like, there was never a time i failed in my duties as a daughter to ask my father's well-being. recently, when we all got to know about my father's ill heart, everyone had a fair share of responbility and sadness of course. now, i realised its been months since i even asked him how he feels. to think of it all now, it felt like a tight slap on the face when my father told me its been loooooong since i asked him about his medication intake or even him. i couldn't barely say a word. and of course, i couldn't sleep without crying.

Heavy heart.