It pisses me off when people clean my stuffs.
I mean i dont touch you stuffs.
Why must you touch mine.
Those things might not hold any value to you.
But to me, they are priceless.
The memories they share.
I'm such a sucker for reminiscing past tales.
Of how friends drifted apart.
It aches my heart.

It's just like Toy Story 3.
It pains you when we drift apart.
You don't want it, but it happens
People might not realise it, but on my computer lies every links to blogs that once belonged to
friends.
It saddens me that every time i click it, a dead links comes up.
Or just that the blog is dead,on hiatus.

Dead Links.
Empty Shells.
Empty Closets.
As days gone buy, a skeleton of what was the past.
On what is the foundation of our future.
I miss those days.

These are the very things that i still remember.
The past, the forgotten.
I think i might update this blog more often now.