| Tuesday, August 28, 2007 |
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Sharing is caring. Once, someone told me this. Once, we had someone who just shuts herself up. And never really opens up what she thinks inside. *erm is that true? i dunno* Oh. I understand the fact well enough to repeat it with my eyes closed. I understand the fact. The bare fact that : we all have moved on, stringing hard, holding tight to whatever that is keeping us together. I sometimes wonder, do the years count in making a friendship worth? Or is it the obstacles that we went through together? Or is it the hours that we spent on the phone, talking, babbling, yapping on whatever we may think of? You see. I truly do not understand how all this works. I really do not. I wonder. A lot. Who will be there to back me up when I'm in trouble? Who'll be there to watch out for me? Is it the girl next door? Or the boy across the street? Or is it the girl who I'd known for almost 90% of my life span on Earth? I seriously have no idea. We all know this 'Hi-Bye' friends. We got this kind of friends, and we are this kind of friends to some other people. Even to the people you know most of your live. Seriously. Sometimes we want to make a change. But can you really step above that line and move forward? You don't really feel safe after that. Never again. What about a new environment? All of a sudden, less than a month, you get brushed up by your feet, you move to somewhere new with a whole bunch of people you never know. Then you develop new relationships with other people. But you never really feel that you are in the right place. Like something is missing. And then, you hide. You'll just become that guy opposite your room who always sit in front of his computer and banging his mouse. Or you'll be that girl next door who always talk on the phone in the middle of the night and watching dramas like she never receive any assignments or homeworks, nor does it looks like she needs to study. And then, the last part, where we get desperate. We get desperate for the things that make us feel comfortable. The things that make us feel right. That is when, "the stringing hard, holding tight" part comes in. We try to catch up every time we come back. We go out for hours talking and talking. But then, in the end of the day, you don't feel any differences. You still feel lonely, sad and still lonely. Things do not change. WE are the ones who changed. We are the ones who'll make a difference in our lives. So be it. Take a risk once in awhile. oh what the hell am i crapping here. and when are you guys gonna update a lil bit?
~Karuna @7:25 PM
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