Strangers.

Again. Too much things to write and I ended up writing nothing here cause I'm too busy writing my final year research. Too much things I want to share about things that happened between us. Things that hurt me. Things that made me cried a lot.Things that turned me into a different person. Things that taught me how to play fire with fire when I'm too tired playing snow with fire (just because snow is more delicate than water if you get what i mean). Things that made me want to forget all the memories of friendship that we had. But yeah, now I only have to keep telling myself that things happen for a reason. People come and leave. And who knows they might come and look for you again when they realized how important you're in their lives. The only thing that I can share now is how difficult it is for me to act like a stranger and to be treated like a stranger, how I miss all the good times we had and how hard it is for me to give the fake smiles pretending that nothing had ever happen just because I don't want to hurt others cause I know the feeling of being treated like that. I want to share more but the elective and all those papers are shouting, calling me to read and write them up. Sometimes when the life is so busy, I forget how to laugh and how to smile but I will keep trying to live a life and keep breathing. Always ...