It's not that I don't know people come and go, it's more of the fact that the reality of it is pretty much unavoidable. It's like this: nobody's ever stayed that long in my life. I've had best friends before, sure, and they come and go, and I've gotten close to a lot of people, sure, but they, too, enter and exit as they please. I can't control people and really I have no rights to do so anyways so all I ever care about is the fact that they won't forget me after they leave.
It's a lot to ask for, definitely, but like I've been told before, not only am I a class A drama queen, I hold grudges and latch onto memories like a leech and I won't let go until I've sucked out all I could have stood to gain from them. I know that forgetting people is all part of life but I really do milk it for all its worth, squeeze the shit out of it until I can't remember shit. And I know not a lot of people do this because, honestly, people these days, they have the attention span of Hollywood.
I can't say I'm hurt that for the past few years, more and more people have been coming and going and I can't say I'm all that sad either. I'm more sad to see some people go than others, sure, but mostly because I think there's still some unresolved things to... resolve. Afreena and my story ended years ago. This is as suitable an ending as any.
I also can't say why I've had Fall Out Boy songs stuck in my head all day long.
Pictures later. Party was a success. After was tiring and, well, I'd rather not talk about it actually.