come and go. I don't have many friends because I find it hard to talk to people I don't know. If I don't talk to you, it means I have nothing to say to you, rather, I don't find that we are close enough for me to talk comfortably.

Sometimes I find that life is like The Sims. You study, grow up, get a job, get married, have kids, grow old, and die. There's no meaning to it.
Also, you start to lose your friends when you stop contacting them. Just like how it is in real life. You start talking lesser and lesser, and eventually, you stop talking. It's such a gradual thing that both parties don't realize it. And when you suddenly remember the person, you'll feel a slight sense of loss, especially if the person was a close friend. You might have tried to remind yourself to contact him/her, but it just slips your mind. Because the person is no longer part of your life that you subconsciously don't find the need/urge to regain contact. You think, it's over, just get on with life and make new friends.

People come and go in life, but few make an impact. That's why I would like to thank my close friends for sticking with me, comforting me when I feel sad, encouraging me when I feel pessimistic, laughing with me (not at me) when I feel happy. I'm sure you know who you are. :]

Oh yes, I would like to share a diary entry that I written about losing someone who was sorta precious to me. (which means I like him la.) Certain things will be omitted, i.e. his name, because 'though this is my personal blog, it's still too public. It's the Worldwide Web, after all.

....

On a side note
I met -censored- today.
His hair was different,
but *he* still had
the same face,
the same smile.
-beepbeep- pointed out who I was,
and he nodded and
smiled.
*He* said I still looked
the same.
I was glad.
Because this meant *he*
still remembered me.
I used to like him alot,
and I thougt *he* did, too.
But somehow,
things did not work out,
and we stopped
talking.
Even now,
after three years,
I still kept his contact,
I didn't want to forget him.
I didn't want to forget the
memories.
It was brief,
but I still felt happy.
As we waved goodbye,
I felt a tinge of
regret and sadness.
It really felt like
the last goodbye.


Emo entry is emo. >:

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