this is always how its going to be isn't it? it probably doesn't even occur to you i'm withdrawing from all of it.



i don't recognise this city anymore. everything's changed so quickly, so rapidly. rgs is moving, and soon it'll be gone. soon there's going to be nothing there, as though our wonderful years there never existed. and as we all move on with our lives, it is the few people who still ask me to come home, who want to be with me that keeps me here. they keep me from going insane in this place. they give me the air i feel i lack sometimes. i feel like a stranger in my own country.

you feel like a stranger to me now. and it hurts.