Smash into rubbles.

Being home, I'm suppose to cherish my time here because I'm leaving my family, friends and my comfort zone. But honestly, I know I'm gonna sound horrible but I just can't wait to get the hell out of here. Don't get me wrong I'll miss my family dearly, maybe cry occasionally cause I want my mummy and the comfort of home but nothing is really holding me back here except for them cause know why? wanna know why?? cause FRIENDS COME AND THEY GO.

It's been two years since secondary school. What could have possibly changed? Apparently, everything did. Are we just too grown up, too fucking cool for each other that we can't be the way we were? Please la. I know people change with their new surroundings, I did. I changed a lot, for better and for worse but still I won't forget a friend that I've been close to and I appreciate that they were in my life. But for some people that's just not important. Distance, for some, kills their friendship, it just ruins it.

It's inevitable, it's foreseeable and it's disappointing. I know I'm slow in learning this, in my head I grow old with my friends. I guess I hate being forgotten, like I was insignificant in their lives. Not to say that I wanna make a huge impact on people, just one that would make them thought that I was worth befriending. I don't even know if this makes sense for you readers but it's how I feel at the moment.

Sigh. 7 days left.