I miss the days they cared. I miss the days they were there. I miss the days I’m remembered. I miss the days we laughed. I miss the days I fell and you picked me up. I miss the days we crapped. I miss the days we ate together everyday, everynight. I miss the lil clashes - then the scoldings. I miss the days when they weren’t busy. I MISS E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.

I realized that. The more we expect, the more it won’t come [or] the more we won’t get.

I’ve been anticipating so many things to happen that I’m actually going ahead of “fate” or “destiny”. I believe now that the more you rush on things, the more you’ll be disappointed in the end. True story. It happened like a gazillion times already. Well, at least to me.

I guess I’ve been askin for too much.

But y’know, on that day, the only thing I asked, was for us to be together. At least for that day - or night. I didn’t care about those even if you knew I would. But in the end I got none anyway. None from everyone. Only Gs.

I don’t wanna make or even hear promises that in the end won’t be fulfilled. Anymore.

I will stop. Stop my anticipations. Stop waiting. And just really do things naturally. I just hope they remember that I’m ACTUALLY still here.