viernes, abril 22, 2005
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Life is not about myself. That's what i'm taught. Life is all about myself. That's what i became. Life is more than myself. That's what i learnt.
What i didn't mention was the apparent awkwardness eric, hansel, and i shared over dinner. No, i didn't feel the awkwardness. I didn't even feel upset now, as a matter of fact.
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference, and so i learnt.
I'm indifferent. Taking his existence as that of any other dudes sitting on another table, as someone whom i could recognise, but doesn't matter to me anymore. I could still remember that night while i tried to talk to him after sparks ii, and realization hit me that things cannot go back to what it used to be.
Nostalgia won't get you anywhere. It's merely a slow poison to death. |
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