Today i went surfing on the web and found some old friends, reading their profiles. It hurts to notice how much the friend you once knew is gone. Or rather just how much has changed. Heck, im not even sure if talking to them is a good idea. Yet i feel obliged to. I wana share my stories, yet i feel as if though they wouldnt understand and time used would be wasted. And i myself would look bad, and perhaps waste my chance of saving them.
Not that i care what they think, maybe i do, im not sure, but why do i feel like i've already tried in the past, is it dejavu? if i had, and failed, atleast i know im going weaker.