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don't tell me you understand.
Friday, December 2, 2011 || 10:17 AM
I'm blogging in the morning! Because fab asked me to. I'm such a sweet friend you see. By the way it's been a real long time since I blogged and I miss doing just this so much. Posting whatever's on my mind, doesn't matter how random things can pop up like miracles. So currently, SPM is coming to an end. Mind you, mind us, it's not officially over yet but sure it feels like it already. We've gone hanging out with the lovely peeps. I've watched Breaking Dawn and went out for dinner with the other bunch of girlfriends. Call me anytime after my last paper cos I'll be tasting the sweetness of freedom, literally!
It's not all about the bliss and contentment though. It marks an end to our high school lives. I don't like that part really. It has been five years and my friends and I, we couldn't stop thinking of how much has changed, drastically. People who were strangers before became the best of best friends and people whom we once were close to, distanced themselves and I don't know if it's on purpose. We don't want to know anymore than what we knew already because I'm sure it hurts. We don't want to find out anymore of the truth because the truth isn't everything, it just simply is what people should have known. It probably brings more harm than good and so we just want to leave it aside for the better.
People come and go and this may sound cliche and it is anyway, I hate goodbyes. We all do, in fact. I'll try my best to remember as much as I can, to keep those memories in my head for as long as they can stay. I'll obviously have a heavy heart to leave people I love and see them leaving too. And also people that may not be on talking terms with me and the bunch of us anymore but whom I adore all the same.
A twist in the ending of the apparent perfect story. I do have a piece of memory, a part of it occupying my mind that I want to erase so badly, immediately.