Is it
really always my fault? I cannot comprehend this all, and all I am left with is
this feeling that she’s changed, and that’s all. I really began to think about
it, said it out loud, and all I can do is cry. Things change. People change. Lives
change. Relationships change. Friendships change. I change. Everything changes. There’s a
constant change in life, in it’s pulse, nothing stays the way it was. If I’ve
learnt something, it’s that nothing stays the same. You can get used to it and
find comfort and hope in it, or you can fight against it and get lost. Not
always is change a bad thing. It might be painful, but in the end not as bad as
you thought it would be. Or other way around.
I find hope
in thinking that everything happens for a reason and because of things I cannot
yet understand. Or for reasons that I will never understand. C'est La Vie.
It’s late.
I should sleep.
