Hypersensitivity.

i wonder if sometimes my imagination plays tricks on me, like the little voice inside my head feels it April Fool’s all year round. I imagine things that are to not be there, and things that are not to be there. i perceived it at first, as being predictive or even clairvoyant, almost. But who am I kidding right?
People are always changing, no matter how much you want them not to. After all, it took so long getting to know them and figure out their characteristics. Now suddenly, (actually it wasn’t suddenly, but my mind likes to exaggerate nonetheless) there is so many things i can’t quite figure out. i feel torn between wanting to be in the past, and progressing to the future.
i guess it is just me being sentimental. it is nearing the end of the year, and Christmas season is always sentimental to me. But i treasure friends so much… sometimes i feel the whole world has moved on, the world without me. People get new cliques, new dreams, new plans, and all our past dreams seem lost and forgotten like a dusty photo album stuck under a pile of old clothes in the attic. maybe i just like living out of the attic.
bottomline is, i feel left out. from everything happening around me. not even being informed. not even being updated. oh well, people move on, right? so why haven’t i?

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