I’ll cry me a river that leads to your ocean

But you’ll never see me fall apart

It always seems like I blog when I talk to parents.

I called them just now, because I got their package they sent me yesterday. We just talked for a bit, but I still feel so uncomfortable talking to them.

But they insist, along with a couple of other people, for me to call more often. Or at least call when I have free time, because they want to hear from me every now and then, but I just don't know what to say to them. I don't think they have much to say to me either, so maybe that's why I don't call anyone often.

Then again, that also goes applies to me communicating to anyone.