If i were to say nothing is on my mind this week, I'm lying. My mind is occupied with a lots of troubles. I don't know why either. I hate it when i'm so free, i have so much time to worry about the things in life. I'll start to question and wonder why my life is so screwed up. It just upsets me and makes my life miserable.
We can’t waste too much time missing something or someone from the past. We accept that life’s never constant; things change and people grow apart. Yet we can’t stop thinking about how good it used to be; afraid that we’d never experience it again, afraid that we’ve already lived it and lost it.
I miss you, when something really good happens, you're the first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something is troubling me, you're the only one who would've understand. Because I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you're the only one who could make me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don't know where we went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.
"i hate getting flashbacks of things I don't want to remember."