My Past
Sudden conversation with people.
I used to have a friend in secondary school that I whatsapped every freaking day even though we meet each other in school every day without fail. It lasted for a year ... nothing happened but we slowly became further and further and ended up not being close anymore and result in not being friends anymore. ( which I'm kind of low key sad, but what happened has happened I can't change it anymore)
I used to have a friend in secondary school that I whatsapped every freaking day even though we meet each other in school every day without fail. It lasted for a year ... nothing happened but we slowly became further and further and ended up not being close anymore and result in not being friends anymore. ( which I'm kind of low key sad, but what happened has happened I can't change it anymore)
It’s time’s like this that makes me feel lonely. But when someone suddenly starts talking to me, a part of me is grateful another part of me is like I’m tired of socialising. But one makes me feel better is definitely when the person you text reply you super fast. It makes me feel like I am someone they want to talk to.
Also, a few days ago I was walking back home and I saw someone knocking on their own head. I am not sure what was the person doing but that action just made me thought of someone I was used to be close with. And yesterday I learnt how to cut a pineapple and I thought about someone. It make me think like what will people do to think about me?
I miss those days aka secondary school days. When I was really just pure happy. Even with my dad’s condition.
I missed those people I hang out with in the past. But I mean it’s called the past for a purpose as is something that happened to us and most probably / most of the times we will not be able to get it back or make it happen again.
Also, a few days ago I was walking back home and I saw someone knocking on their own head. I am not sure what was the person doing but that action just made me thought of someone I was used to be close with. And yesterday I learnt how to cut a pineapple and I thought about someone. It make me think like what will people do to think about me?
I miss those days aka secondary school days. When I was really just pure happy. Even with my dad’s condition.
I missed those people I hang out with in the past. But I mean it’s called the past for a purpose as is something that happened to us and most probably / most of the times we will not be able to get it back or make it happen again.
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