The crazy thing in this world is there’s a lot of people you can be friends with, now or in the future. There’s always a bunch of people who will bump and shake your social life again. Your social life that never runs out of space. It’s fun to have more, the idea of someone who’s waiting for your last Friday night’s story to be shared and screamed, it’s nice. But when people come, others leave, the thought of losing someone or two, it’s one of the scariest thought I’ve ever heard. How they turn into a stranger, how it changes the way you talk and have a conversation with them. It’s awful and at the same time awkward. How they let them waste all those memories you had with them.

And that’s when i realize how it turns me into something different. I used to tell people that i no longer feel anything, that even on walking in the hallway i can’t manage to look into someone’s eye. It’s true, i’m no more interested, boys or even girls. I have already closed the door of my social life, anyone can leave, but no one can cross the threshold again. When you choose to go, i’ll let you. But you’ll never see me again with arms wide open when you want to come back. People, who already left will never be entertained again. You left me once, you’ll definitely do it again. It’s totally bullshit.