I don't like scheming, being calculated against, or fake friendships. I like simple people and things, even a bit foolish, spending every day laughing and happy.
I want to go back to the way it was before, when a few of us would gather together and never run out of things to say. No tricks, no sarcasm, no irony, just sincerely treating everyone. I hate how some people can kill with just a word, how some always have thorns in their words, or even ridicule and mock others.
I want to go back to the way it was before, when a few friends would discuss dreams, reality, and the future, so many happy days, unrestrained, even if they were all fantasies.
I'm not as smart as others think, but I see clearly through many things; I just don't want to say them. I know who truly likes me and who just pretends on the surface, A from zxy_Sina Blog. I know who tells me heartfelt words and who is faking it or deceiving me.
I know who is a good person and who is just average. Sorry, I see everything clearly and plainly.
I haven't exposed it or turned my back because I don't want awkwardness.
I'm not some great person, I can't be good with everyone.
As long as I can be good with those I like and care about, that's enough. I just simply want to be good to the friends I care about.
What has passed, whether it could be gotten through or not, has already passed; what can be forgotten, whether it should be forgotten or not, has already been forgotten. Actually, I don't even know whose feelings run deepest for me or whose are the most sincere.
What I once thought was solid, what I once thought was long-lasting, what I once thought was peaceful, what I once thought was friendship, actually later thinking about it, all of that was too fragile, too easily destroyed.
Thank you, my past, thank you, those who lived in my past, you gave me the most beautiful memories, the most profound memories, the most unforgettable memories, and of course, the hardest ones to forget. Thank you for accompanying me through that journey.
Perhaps without going through those events, I wouldn't have matured. Even at the hardest times, I walked through step by step, regardless of what it was about. Now, none of it matters anymore. This is my one strength: bad things once they pass, I forget them all.
At first, we were friends, treating each other wholeheartedly, now not even a word exchanged. How many have remained true to their original intentions along the way?
When glass breaks, even if you glue it back together, the crack is still there. I finally believe this statement, some people have proven this statement. This kind of life is not what I want at all.
But I am glad that even living such a deceitful life, I still have friends I cherish like my life, still have like-minded friends going through storms together. Really, thank you so much!