when you rerun and visit old life again,
you see how things have changed.
one year, makes a whole lot of difference.
friendships change and you move on.
things are left behind and forgotten about.
and it's painful because when you look back,
everything left behind comes rushing back at you.
it's terrible. and it depends on how you want to look at it.
my look back makes me want to cry.
maybe that's why i avoid listening to old songs that brings up memories.
maybe it's why i place my SLC folder of pictures somewhere unseen.
maybe that's why i refuse to step in to my photobucket where many pictures and memories reside unless necessary.
it makes me wish that things remained the same.
that i didn't leave so that i'll still have you and you.
but we're all so caught up in different lives that don't bear each other.
i practically lived more than half a year without you in my life.
and then when i look back, it kills a part of me.
maybe it's not exactly meant to be. but no, because a large part of me still needs you.
everytime something screws up, i want to call you.
but you're not always there. neither am i always there for you.
we forget, don't we? and maybe, i remember more than i need to.
daddy, you know? i want something better.
but some things cannot be replaced, so maybe, i'll like for you to renew it back for me.
or maybe, you just do something that you know will be good for me.
but sometimes, i feel like i can't hold on too long.
especially, when there's almost nothing to grasp on. it's so hard.
i wish that you'll run in and take it away from me.
i really do.
i don't want to feel this anymore when i look back.
that all things that were once magical and happy, has turned dark for me.
it's almost like a nightmare, and i'm living it.
almost.