you ever wondere where eveyone is going to be a few years down the road? or when you and friends get into fights and you never talk to them anymore.. you ever really remeber wht really went wrong? has it even crossed you mind tht you wished you had all the old friends back? or is the life you're living now seem like its perfect, or is it just shitacular but you keep smiling so no one knows? why do we hide feelings? or why would we not speak up when needed? or why wonder wht you could of done different to keep your old friends?
Why is it there so many fucking fucking questions to life? or why do the good things in our life seem to be very minimal? and the bad things are numerous?
somedays i ghave no idea why i ask myself so many questions and try recalling where things went wrong.. i miss the old friends i've got to remeber all the good times, instead of trearing myself apart from going through memoris over and over again but wht i really find worse is when you miss someone even though they;re sitting right beside you. and you try and ask yourself why did i go and see my aold crew,, cause though they think you;re ok and all happy.. when on the inside you breaking and crying so hard tht your speechless the whole time
and all you are now is a simple outcast, forgotten, unwanted, and misunderstood trying to pick up the pieces and try to remember wht was so important of having them back... is it for the fear of growing up into the unknown, or for the old security you once had, u thought might still be there?the feeling of being wanted and tooken seriously? all those times where you had a smile not a frown? where did all the happiness go and where did all the heart break start?
is it all apart of growing? or is it just another lesson to be taught and learned?