I value Communication.

Especially with some pple.

Pple I have grown to believe I can put my trust in.

Pple who I thought I could talk to.

Pple who I thought could understand me.

Pple who I believed would spare a thought for me.

Pple who do have their own lives to deal with,

But perhaps fail to realise how it is intertwined with mine.

Pple who perhaps do not mean what they say.


Time passes by.

I change.

The world around me changes.

The pple around me change.

Inevitably, all things change.

It could be over a long period of time,

Or even just in a short space of 2 days.


But all the same,

It hurts.

Perhaps some think I am unemotional.

Mad. Insane. Demented.

They do not understand how I feel.

How I treasure all that is before me.

They do not understand how much they mean to me.

Tears. Hurt.

Pain.


Song of the day: Stuck in a Moment I Can't Get Out Of - U2