Old Life, Good Times

It's such a sin to reminisce. Especially when you know it's going to break you into a million little pieces and will probably make you cry for a good, solid, hmm five minutes. But you still do because
every once in a while, you like to remember how things were before life got in the way.

Like how you were with your friends two-three years ago. How you all promised you'll never leave each other's sides, How you all lie down on the bed with your heads intertwined, talking, planning about your future lives as if nothing bad was going to happen.

Like how careless you once were and never gave a damn about what other people think of you when you do the things you love. But now all you think about is how they will react and how that affects you more than anything else because to be really fucking honest (and a bit cynical), the only thing we actually need more than air is validation from others. Or at least, that's what I want because I'm a fucked up human being. Aren't we all are?

Like how inseparable you and your old lover once were. You fought for that jerk or that cunt or whatever you call your exs inside your head. How you were so annoyingly giddy but now, giddy is just a word you describe your 8 year old niece who loves Hello Kitty too much.

The point is, (and I promise you there I'm slowly creeping up to a point)

It's that nothing will ever stay the same.

No matter how permanent it feels right now. It will always, always change.

Because people are fickle fucks.