
but thoughts they change and times they rearrange
they don't know who you are anymore.
there is this part of me outside me watching me that just watches everyone move right pass me while I'm still standing there.I don't like this.I feel like when I watch you I have to watch you secretly.
It's scary thinking that while there was a long period where the few of us crossed paths every single day,exchanging smiles and laughing and having the simplest conversations..it might never happen again.Ever.
and here I am,watching you get on with your life with all of us not having a significant part in it anymore..............this is very strange and very awful because none of us thought it was gonna end that way.and it's amazing how things work out- a song,a phrase,a particular laughter; of how it all jolts back the bittersweet and the old familiar.
sigh each day I'm trying to be happy.okay strikeout,I mean contented with the little that I have.and it's getting so tiring.I mean I have all these thoughts floating in my head,weighing me down and trying to get on with life as normal as I can but I'm honestly drowning...like I know there's this part of me that dies with each day.
sometimes I wonder if I didn't have what I had Who will I be now?
It's so friggin difficult to be standing on my own two feet at 17 because my soles are killing me.I don't even know if I can blame it all on impulsive decisions or an inevitable regret cos either way it suxx.
or maybe,
floaty is really my best suit.