July 14, 2013

It's amazing how much people can change isn't it? And how quickly. Close friends become strangers, and people you've seen every day but never talked to become your best friends. That bothers me, how people can just pass in and out of your life so easily. Did anything really matter then? Were those hours just wasted? Should I have spent them on myself? It's like I'm a dandelion, and the wind is the people passing through my life, and with each gust of wind that comes and leaves, a part of me is taken with it. I get attached to things like superglue, and then they leave tearing off bits of flesh until I'm like a mound of bones and guts. And what is love anyways? Have I felt it? I like to think so. But, I guess I'm wrong, because no one will believe it. I guess even I don't believe it. I mean, I can't even find it in me to love my parents, who brought me into this world, so what right do I have to say I love anyone else? When I think about them I just feel sad for them, and I'm reminded again why even if I ever have the opportunity, I never want kids. I'm glad they have my brothers though, so they have something to be proud of, for all their work. Should have stopped at two kids though, going for three was a bad call. Sorry, better luck next time I guess.