I can't help but think about the past. How things change. How people come and go. How we think they're so important to us and suddenly, they're not anymore. How we lose touch with them. Or even how we lose touch with ourselves.
I can't help but want to go back to the past. Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? I don't know. So, for old times sake, let's take a cup of kindness, understanding and forgiveness in order to move on with our lives. For auld lang syne, my dear. Cheers!

Marcadores: auld lang syne, nostalgia, poem, so many feels, song

i used to pick a fight up
almost every single day
but i knew that deep inside
everything was gon' be okay
but no matter what i say
we will never be the same
and the hardest part is knowing
i lost you over my mistakes

and i know that i was stupid
and i know it wasn't fair
what i don't know is how i
can make it go away

if i could turn back time
if i could change my mind
i'd take a right back to the start
so i would not follow my heart
but i guess i'm not that smart

Marcadores: lyrics, make it go away, random

I don't know why but people always expect things to suddenly change when the new year comes. But quite often, they don't realize things have already changed. People died. Friends grew apart. You made new friends. Maybe you got a job. Maybe you've quit your job. Some people are dating, getting married or having babies. And others, oh well, they're still single. It happens.
It's kinda obvious though. But took me some time to realize what I wanted so bad to still be the same has somehow become a dead end. Our endless conversations about everything and nothing at all...became awkward small talks, like the ones you have with unknown people on the elevator or something. And I miss it. I miss how you'd share just about everything that was on your mind. Your problem, the parties, the crushes, the dates, the fights...it was almost like I was there for you. I grew overly attached. And now I'm regretting it every single day.
Cause we're not the same. Like some have said before, so much has changed down memory lane...

Marcadores: memory lane

It feels like I'm having the worst day ever. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I feel worthless. And I need my best friend to talk to. To be there for me like I was there for him, even when I was insanely mad at him. But he's not here, he's not there. He's never there.
I feel like I have no drive to keep on going. I guess I must be right. If it were not for my parents, I'd probably be gone by now. I don't think it's fair to do that to them. But I honestly don't know for how long I can keep living on this lie. Pretending that every fucking thing is alright...when it's not.
Damn, I just wish you were here.

I miss the way we were and how you were always there
I miss the kind look in your eyes and how you'd give me advice
I miss the way I trusted you and the way you trusted me
I miss how you'd tell me everything and just wouldn't change a thing
But mostly I miss the times when we would never fight and I wished you by my side.

Midnight and City Lights
And I can't stand another fight
Midnight and City Lights
And I can't seem to make things right
Midnight and City Lights
Wish I could have you by my side.

This shit just got personal, so if you don't want to read this post, don't bother.

It's so damn easy to say that you care about someone. But do you realize you're nothing but empty words right now? Doing some little things like sending an e-mail, making a phone call, sending a text, a letter, a picture...can say a lot more than you think. Because they create memories. They mean something to the other person.
You know, even though you support your friends expecting nothing in return sometimes it's good to know that they are there for you too. Like they care about you. Like you mean something to them too.
And right now, I feel like a piece of SHIT would mean more to you than me. And then you say you don't want to fight. But you keep avoiding a conversation. And you disappear. And in a couple of days you act like those new people around you were your childhood bff's or something. And I just feel like I'm about to break. Because you're never there. Because it looks like you don't give a single fuck about it.
I hope you realize how bad you're screwing up this time before it's too late.

Marcadores: angry, care, friendship, mad, personal, unloved