Weirdness

For how many times already, I’ve been visiting, bringing long-stemmed roses and candles to my bestfriend’s sister’s tomb. Is it really a tomb? I don’t know what to call it. And for some reasons, I don’t want her to know about it. It’s nothing actually.

Okay. Why am I doing that? Here are my reasons:

1. I like the thought that I’m being responsible by visiting somebody at the cemetery.
2. My bestfriend’s not available so I’m doing the honor of doing her part instead.
3. I’ve never lost anybody before so I was wondering how it feels, and it satisfies me whenever I do that.
4. I don’t even know the person but somehow, I love doing that.
5. It adds to my emo-ish being.:)

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