The Emoness In Me.

Every time I feel the urge to write, it's either I feel too up, or too down. Just like now, I feel so shitty. I don't understand exactly, but all I know is that I feel there are a lot of things to cry about now. I've been carrying this heavy heart lately, and I just wish I have someone to cry on. I wish everything's just fine right now so that I could be happy -- WE could all be happy.

I know people change, but memories don't, right? We outgrow the things we were used to do and have. That's given, and I completely understand that. But I just think it's quite unfair that everything around me has changed and moved on, and leaving me just the way I am. Why can't I just move forward and live my life the way I should be living it?

You know the feeling when you want to do this and that because that's what you guys were used to do, but you can't because your fellas have other more important things to do anymore, and besides, it's not their thing anymore? It hurts like crap, you know, because you can't do the things you enjoy most with your friends anymore. But all you can do is just act as if you're not affected, but inside you, there's this knife stabbing every organ you have inside your human body.

I wish I have friends who are by my side right now.

So maybe no one's reaching out, or maybe someone is, but I just can't feel it. But prideorwhatsoever aside, I miss them. That's all.