Bombarded by nostalgia.

Met up with Eric again after months of no contact or outing.
Things picked up just like the old days.
I really wonder how we do such things?

Then I realise that we know each other so long that such things were no longer a problem.
Staying around them I could talk serious, talk nonsense, talk about my problems, any time I like.
I don't have problems telling them anything, and I don't think they do too.

I really think they are the ones who can save my life, or even make my life bright enough to continue on. Even when I'm down I could drop them a text and they'll talk to me.
But there are just some indescribable things that make me feel down for no apparent reason, I wonder if I actually have depression? Its unexplainable, or describable. I think I'm not even making any sense right now, but when the night falls and I find myself sitting in my own room, in my own small little world, I seem so small and insignificant. I wonder if I have a need to feel important to someone? I feel like this life could be gone in the blink of an eye any day, and I could lose any one in an instant any day as well.

Humans are fragile.

I wonder if I have a problem emotionally or mentally?

This post is so unorganized and random that I don't know what was the point of this post.
But I am thankful to have friends I can talk to, like Juin Fai, Ryan, Eric, Hiang Wee, Kelvin...
I'm thankful for all the friends that bother meeting up with me, for what ever reason it may be.
Even those who are continuing a pointless masquerade.. I thank you for trying to keep up the false pretense, but I think its alright to stop. I'll be fine.


I really long for the past. Maybe I'm really getting old.