Things won't ever be like they were, isn't it so?
I have to say; I've never had a greater time like the last half year. It must've changed me for good.
I know now that there are no evil people.
I learned that things actually can be perfect.
I will never be ashamed for what I create again.
I have realized that the world is actually very sad. Only a small and limited number of people are happy. And why, how, do I deserve to be one of such few?
I don't really care.
I'll still try to do my best, to live to the full. And feeling that you do the best you can is way better, than to be told you do what you should.
There is much absurdity in the world. But when you feel loving arms around you, it seems so distant, not important, not real even.
Not much that I have before me. So much that I will miss. Just the people I've met lately. I am so lucky, yet so unfortunate. I got something and made it mine, just to leave it afterwards. And if it were my choice now, perhaps I wouldn't leave here at all.
It's "only" half a year, but it feels like leaving for ever. As if I never was to return.
And never being able to return would be probably the most painful thing I could live through. If something happened to me, something bad, then the perpetrator would be the most villainous individual in this space and time.
Because loving is just as important as being loved. Or even more important, even.
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