I've lost a couple of people in my life. No, not to death, but something similar, because I've haven't seen them again and I'm pretty sure I never will. They just get up, and say "we'll talk" and we'll keep in touch and that nothing will change but I know it's just a lie because I've heard this lie before. They never do, little by little they fade like an alka seltzer in water. They become like a distant memory. It's like a disease a plague of some sort, and all I am left behind with is the satisfaction of being right.
Is it because I can't seem to choose the right type of people to be friends with? Or is it because I'm really good at being left behind?
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
RandomFor some reason I get really inspired when I'm left to my own thoughts, here are some of the things I wrote down.
