I've been learning a lot about myself lately. I've learnt that the one thing that really gets me down is the fact that moments are fleeting. Things are so...inconsistent and people are changing all the time. I'm a nostalgic, forever holding on to the past and hoarding memories; photos, quotes, things people say, little memories etched in my heart. It's when these moments end I get this feeling like something's missing. When people change, you know, like all people do; when they act differently around you and you miss the times when they were lovely and you laughed and you were close and just everything.
I'm just finding it hard realising that things are never consistent and they always change and people might love you at one point but maybe not at another (and maybe I've loved people at one point and not at another). It's hard. It makes me want to bottle up feelings and moments and take them out whenever I'm blue, or maybe to tell someone, "look, you felt this way once! Remember? What happened?"
I love people, a lot. And I get used to people being around, a lot.
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