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Kar Kei





Sunday, August 29, 2010, 7:59 PM
I always find myself wondering what my life would be like without you. Much easier I'm sure. You're only part of my life cos' you talked to me when you shouldn't have. Or was I the one who made that mistake? Life is a maze. Full of surprises. And not necessarily nice ones. You could suddenly meet an end for all you know. In the maze, I mean. I know all of you have rewritten my story just by being my friend. Whatever way our story goes, it's all for a reason. I wake up every morning and think "Time passes so fast." Sometimes, I wish it would all just slow down. Sometimes, it flies by so fast we don't even have time to enjoy it. The years don't even feel like years when you look back on it. When I become an adult, I'm going to miss my teen years so much. They're the best years. Always. My friends make my life. And like I always say, I love you guys. Thanks for being there for me at some point. Whether our friendship turned out to be real or not, thank you for even bothering to fake it. Whatever you did, even if you hurt me, thank you. You've made me who I am today. I just wanted to make it clear that I'm done looking back on the past. It's time for a new beginning.