"Don't take life too seriously, nobody gets out alive anyways," so I've been told. I've seen people stress out about things I'm thankful for. Just small, tiny details that we often don't look as a blessing anymore. if I don't make the most of it, I might as well stop living. I've always shared my hopes and dreams to the people I trust, and as disappointing some of them may be, I never regret those who once made pretty little footprints in my heart. Even the best kind of friendship has to end at some point. Distance, time, there will be some sort of separation. If you're lucky-- it will be temporary, or if you're not, some may be permanent.

I'm the worst when it comes to saying goodbye, and maybe that's why I'm always tested with it, to make me stronger every time I have to watch people leave. Although it makes me happy because with time, I realize it's for the best. I know I sound like some dark person who experienced terrible loss all the time, well... It's not as bad as it sounds, okay :p I try to convince myself to not be afraid about losing people, because it's just a sign that maybe they just have to leave. Maybe, it's just how the cycle goes. The never-ending cycle people go through. One thing you should never forget is; through every goodbye, smile. So if you think that life's a joke, you might as well just laugh at it.