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Sometimes, i can't help but to think, alot. I think about everything and anything i can think of, anytime, anywhere. Have you ever wanted to go back to a particular time or period, wishing that day or that time can repeat over and over again? I do, all the time. I miss how things are when it first started. How things were so simple yet contented, how little things meant so much, how much things we used to talked about and share with each other. Quality time used to be something so essential, like the late night walks & the honest talks. As time pass, conversation gets mundane, topics become lesser, communication decreases, things changes, we changes. Sooner or later, there's just nothing to converse about, awkward silences becomes something normal. A two-party thing becomes something more than two, and eventually, everything will change. Just wondering, why can't things be the same as how it used to be when everything first started, or perhaps before everything started? Is it supposed to be like this, or is it just us?

I used to be able to open up to anyone, but now..... not anymore.
I used to be able to let my thoughts out when someone (close to me) asked, but now..... not anymore.

I find it hard, or rather am scared, to ruin things. I would rather live with these thoughts and screw myself up, than speak up and screw things up.

Maybe, the problem lies within me. I guess it's just me.