I feel like I have to pen my thoughts down somewhere.
Sometimes I wish there was someone who will be there to talk to, like 24/7. It’s not that I don’t have friends. It’s just that the time and place are not right, or more like lack of opportuntities. I missed Friday chatting sessions. I missed talking on the phone and having real conversation. When was the last time I spoke on the phone for more than an hour? I used to do it all the time. Maybe I ran out of topics. Maybe I lost interest. Maybe I became boring. What’s with having a phone if you don’t reply. Why get whatsapp and just read without texting back. Why let others wait. Why let me wait
I know I should be thankful for what I have. I know I should be grateful for being where I am now and people who have helped me in everyway.
Maybe I’m just tired. I need a break. Why so emo. I have better things to do. What’s past is past.