random.

It is one of those days again when I feel so alone and unattached from the real world. What is the real world anyway? Nothing is real. Everything is full of pretence. Everyone is pretending. I am pretending. Pretend to be someone that they/I are/am not.

I know those moments will never come. Because there is no such thing as turning back time and experiencing the good times all over again. The times when we had each other around. The times when you were there for me. The times when we did not have to worry about anything. The times when we promised to be with each other.

What happened to those times? Why did we just let everything go by? Why did we break our promises? Were we pretending? Was I pretending?

Now, everyone is pretending that they are having a good time. That they are enjoying life, wherever they are. That they are happier with their new friends. Well maybe they are not.

What about pretending to be all nice with me? When all along I thought you were really a good person. The first few years when I hated the way you act/speak, I learnt to get used to it. Then, I thought you were not too bad afterall. In fact, I thought I looked up to you to some extent. Why did you pretend you enjoyed spending time with me? Why did you pretend to be nice to me? Was I really that bad?

And you. You never know how much you mean to me. How much I feel excited when I was going to meet up with you. Too bad that we are too caught up with other things that are happening in our lives. It's even more sad that we happen to be at the same area everyday and yet not meet up with each other.