I love how we haven't met each other for quite some time, but when we met it's like we pick up yesterday's conversation.
You know with some friends, when you're apart for so long, and then you bump into each other, there'll be this awkwardness and silence? Yeah we don't have that. At all.
I've missed them so much! I just want one day where all of us are free and have shitloads of money and go travel or something. That'll be epic.
To ABU: Stop stalking my blog and go study! Semester break we'll go Ikea and melantak all and meatballs okay! Lepas tu tengok movie pasal zombie(kalau ada hhaha). Jangan homesick sangat :P
When I went to my hometown few weeks ago, one of my relatives only remember my name, not my brother's and sister's because he said I was the friendliest when I was little. Something like that.
I spazzed. I don't remember me ever being friendly. I mean I can be, at times, but rarely. (I'm talking about real life, not online because online somehow I am friendlier, I don't know why)
I feel like, somewhere along the way in life, I've lost myself. Instead of being this happy-go-lucky, friendly, talkative girl, I became shy, moody, quiet most of the time. And I don't like it.
I'd like to think that people change. But maybe, we don't know them very well in the first place. I can never say I know one person inside out. Because people have the tendencies to surprise you. And sometimes not a good kind surprise either. People you thought would never lie to you, they do. People you thought would never leave you, or stab you in the back or hurt you, they do.
But then again, maybe I didn't change. I grow up. All these hormones, emotions and the problems shaped me. I guess I was happier when I was little because I didn't have so many things to worry about. Nowadays, littlest things can drive me nuts. Too many questions unanswered. Too many people have let me down. Too many changes. Life's moving too fast.
My point is, I still haven't figure out myself. I'm almost 18 and still growing up, and you know what? I think growing up is a lifetime process, not just something in your childhood and teenage years. Different people come into your life and unfold different layers of yourself, the one you thought you never have. And even if that person ended up hurting you, be thankful that he/she taught you a lesson you can't get from a textbook or a teacher.
"If hate generates heat, my hatred towards Mondays, tests, and assignments would be enough to melt all the ice on the north pole. Screw global warming." - Anis Filza.
Edit
Common thought I have everytime I published a blog post : Just what. in. the. world I crapped about? =_=
So if this, or any post of mine do not make sense, just know that I love chocolate, cupcakes and Johnny Depp. Okay. That is all.
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