It's Sunday. Somehow, I looked back. Not just upon the old posts of mine. But of blogs that I used to frequent. Bet some people don't read anymore.

I realized, much has changed. Blog viewers have changed. At least, the taggers sure have changed as well, some new, some old, some gone.

In the past, I did and said many stupid things, but at least my posts were lengthy and much effort was put into telling people what was going on.

And yeah, everyone could guess what was going on, mostly. All they had left to do was ask, if they bothered to.

Unlike before, I don't really try and express how I feel or what's going on anymore. I can't bear to tell, and I don't really have the energy to type it out.

Liar.

Putting the past behind. Perhaps it's time I started posting on more things. Instead of posting things that only certain people will understand and yet certain people do not give a shit about.

I don't know.

And honestly, one problem comes after the other.

I'm starting to wonder why I'm even doing this. Perhaps because I'm being treated differently, that's why I'm trying. Perhaps because you're that amazing, way better than me, that's why I'm trying. Perhaps because the one isn't me, that's why I'm trying. Because I like to see you happy, that's why I'm trying. I could go on forever.

But it's all for naught if you're not with me, not even as a good friend. Once again, she has her own, what more room would she have for another?

The uncertainty of it. The ups and downs that I stupidly put myself through.

It's not a crime to love.

Yet.

See how la. :/