Months passed since I last blogged. That's 1 of the lousiest sentence to start off a new post, isn't it? :)
Nevertheless, time has taught me not to rant about the past. About things you cant change. About; moving on.
Go to your uni/college, walk down the corridor, and you will eventually realise that we have a thousand acquaintances whom we say hi-and-bye. But to have a true, real friend who cares for you, is a blessing in disguise. People constantly walk into our life, leave a sweet memory, or, more often than not, leave a wound.
Yes, I would have agreed with you, time doesn't change a thing. Time heals, because we somehow, tend to forget about the past, and *POOF* WE MOVE ON.
1 month from now, and I wouldn't be busy checking for typos in my post, or bumming around the house. In short, I wouldn't have much time to spare after this. 2012 miles. 3018 km. Go figure :))
Nevertheless, time has taught me not to rant about the past. About things you cant change. About; moving on.
Go to your uni/college, walk down the corridor, and you will eventually realise that we have a thousand acquaintances whom we say hi-and-bye. But to have a true, real friend who cares for you, is a blessing in disguise. People constantly walk into our life, leave a sweet memory, or, more often than not, leave a wound.
Yes, I would have agreed with you, time doesn't change a thing. Time heals, because we somehow, tend to forget about the past, and *POOF* WE MOVE ON.
1 month from now, and I wouldn't be busy checking for typos in my post, or bumming around the house. In short, I wouldn't have much time to spare after this. 2012 miles. 3018 km. Go figure :))
