No matter how fucked up my life is currently, I am still happy for every and each one of you that has been in my life. Always have.
Distance and life may have separated us, but I am always here, feeling so proud of what yall have achieved today. Good and bad memories have made me understand life.
Understand my life.
I will always be close to someone, and they will always somehow go away. That is a lesson. I will never regret knowing someone. They’ve all teached me a lesson. We’ve all been through a lot.
We often ask ourselves, what made us separate to our own ways? The answer is life. It fucks up and that’s just how it is. We can never know the reason, but we will try to adapt and put one foot in front of the other, to continue surviving in this cruel and beautiful world.
If I were to correct my mistakes, to explain everything over and over again, I will never grow up. Sometimes you stop explaining, sometimes you stop talking. You let silence take over the situation. I learned that you can’t please everyone.
I let go of those who won’t be there for me as how I would be there for them. I’m so done explaining my situation, this fucking depression, and the only person that will understand is my psychiatrist.
We will end up just smiling and nodding to each other whenever we passed by, but that’s okay. Life must go on. I just hope that I will meet more crazy and different people soon!
Whenever we meet again in a different world, I won’t remember any of the bad things that happened, I will ask how was your day and laughed to any of your jokes.
Going to find crazy and different people like me!