Growing old, growing up, these are facets of life you cannot ignore - you cannot choose to opt out of it, you cannot stop it.
Friends slip away, you make new friends. But that doesn't mean you don't miss the old ones, that doesn't mean you don't feel a twang of hurt build up inside when they choose to ignore your texts or prefer to stay home than to come see you.
Why does life have to be this way? Why do people change? Why do your friends forget they can talk to you and cry on your shoulder when you are more than willing to hold them close?
Relationships get stale, people fall out of love, they stop talking and find new interests that don't remind them of the past. Change is the only constant, but is this the best for the human race? Is it?
Friends slip away, you make new friends. But that doesn't mean you don't miss the old ones, that doesn't mean you don't feel a twang of hurt build up inside when they choose to ignore your texts or prefer to stay home than to come see you.
Why does life have to be this way? Why do people change? Why do your friends forget they can talk to you and cry on your shoulder when you are more than willing to hold them close?
Relationships get stale, people fall out of love, they stop talking and find new interests that don't remind them of the past. Change is the only constant, but is this the best for the human race? Is it?
If it is, then I don't want a part of it.
I miss you girls.
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