things are different
i feel bad. i feel badly about the fizzle; the dissolution. i feel worse about the indifference. i've always assumed something drastic would splinter me from my friends. a period; not an ellipsis. it had to end. everything does. everything i adapt to will end. i was just as sure that i would marry meredith as i was that friends were permanent. only this time, i don't know who ended it.
i feel bad, but i know i shouldn't.
nothing ends without becoming something else.
i feel just as fulfilled now as i did in georgia. the only cause of feeling bad is believing that i should. the trap of logic. the pitfall of seeing an end as a loss. seeing natives fade without seeing unfamiliar abundance. to notice the present evolve into memories. things that were once three dimensions lose all their dimensions and exist only in nostalgia.
it's not bad. it's not good.
i feel bad, but i know i shouldn't.
nothing ends without becoming something else.
i feel just as fulfilled now as i did in georgia. the only cause of feeling bad is believing that i should. the trap of logic. the pitfall of seeing an end as a loss. seeing natives fade without seeing unfamiliar abundance. to notice the present evolve into memories. things that were once three dimensions lose all their dimensions and exist only in nostalgia.
it's not bad. it's not good.