Not sure since when I became so fond of driving around the city and going back to the memorable places. It feels like I see myself knocking at that door, walking in that hallway, and hanging out with those old friends again. Wind is blowing, and time is running away. As the image of myself fades away, I realize it is just a silly, comforting dream. I am no longer knocking at that door because I am not invited to the parties in the house anymore; I am no longer walking in that hallway because no one is waiting for me at the other end; I am no longer hanging out with certain people because...
Some people once were significant in my life, but sadly, we are out of touch now.
Sorry that my blog entries are bitter these days. I just couldn't help it. I don't know if I could ever go back to the cheerful me after going through so much in relationships. i _ i
No comments:
Post a Comment