The last time I was here I had everything what I wanted. Well I still do, just with different people. I never promised you happiness nor happy ending infact I promised you the complete opposite. I warned you. 1st January marks the day I leave everything behind. Every 200 days or so we spent together. We may see again in the streets but only as strangers.
In darkness there is light. And that’s you, every eight of you. I leaned to you, more than I should’ve. My biggest fear is myself. Will I repeat what I did?
Semester 2 is coming to an end and Im having mixed feelings about it. Looking back at how it went, it wasn’t at all how I expected. Friends became enemies, strangers became friends, friends became someone I came to love.
Im moving out, metaphorically and literally. Literally, a place with 10 breaths of fresh air which one I have no problem inhaling, somehwere nearer to college. Metaphorically, moving out from the negatvity. The negativity and the hostility throughout the semester.
I have found new friends throughout the process and might have fallen for one of them. People who I never thought I would be friends with. And the thought of leaving them scares me so so much. I love them.
