I dream of stars in the night sky

Sometimes, i flop down on my bed and start thinking about stuff like, how’s so and so doing over there in SG? I missed them so much, i wonder how they are now. Then i’ll start thinking about the times we had together, and all of a sudden, i would be thinking: that person probably isn’t thinking about me at this moment. Or maybe: that person probably don’t care about me, and doesn’t think about me either.

It hurts to think this way, because it’s probably true, right? Who the hell would spend time thinking about their friends who’ve ditched them for another country? Right?

And that’s when i realise that everyone that’s precious to me has been taken away. They’re taken away from me, and i can never get them back. They go on with their life, eventually forgetting me, while i’m still here chasing after them. I feel stupid admitting that, but yes, i do that. I don’t want to forget them, and i don’t want them to forget me, but is that really possible, i wonder?

Even if i don’t forget them, they’ll forget me someday too right? I don’t have the means to implant myself into their memories, if i could do that i’d already have done so and wouldn’t be worrying about this. All i could rely on now is the memories we share together. But sometimes, even memories, no matter how eventful they are, could be forgotten.

I hate this.

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Geezh, don’t mind me, i was being emotionally unstable.

~Krissified