一直拼命地挣扎, 直到最后的最后才发现, 我连悲伤的资格都没有...
I just realised that ever since I left, I've never really asked anyone back there how life is.
I realised that it's not because I don't want to know, it's because I'm afraid.
Afraid of all those changes and those decisions they made without me there...
I feel left out.
I was told just now that our group split up, but I didn't dare ask when, or why.
I don't want to know anymore, I just want to pretend everything's fine and let myself live in the fake world I've created for myself.
Like those creatures who's afraid to face the world, I hide in my shell, not wanting to hear all the fights and get hurt from all the betrayals.
I suddenly felt so lonely, I suddenly wanted to see the familiar faces of all those friends again.
But how many of them would be wanting to see me? How many of them would be thinking about me now?
Have I ever had a best friend? What is a best friend? All those people I laughed and cried with in my life, do they consider me as a friend or just a stranger?
I don't want anyone to change, or change without me by their side. But people change all the time, and because I can't be by their side to see it, I pretend. I pretend they're all still the same happy people I knew. It makes me feel better.
Remember all these? My last memories with you. I still remember them. I still replay them in my head all day. But what about you? Do you miss them like me too? The good times, what happened to them? Friends forever... there's no forever is there...?
I don't want to hide anymore, but the truth hurts too much. Maybe it'll hurt less to think about it another day... so let me go back into my shell and until the pain lessens. Just let me pretend and dream on... for a little more...