Just sitting around, pondering over how a year can totally change things around. Like three hundred and sixty degree change. How ridiculously absurd a year can tear friendships up. Looking at an old friend, an old best friend's current life, it's like we are living in two distinct dimensions. I don't even know him anymore.
I've always believed in the existence of the old you in whoever you are today, but I am starting to doubt it myself. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was wrong this whole time. But who cares?
No, I do. Come back. Don't drown in all the fun. You know what's right and what's wrong. Everything is supposed to be under your control instead of you letting them control you. Don't get too carried away. Despite who you are now, you were a good friend. I'm not saying I'd like to be one still, in fact, I do not want to. But for your own good, come back.
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