A Day in New York with the best friend
I'm not as happy as I thought.
I'm not excited even when I finally see her.
I don't feel totally free when I stay with her.
I feel untrusted when we need to solve a problem.
I feel she is not willing to talk to me.
I feel she treats others better than me.
I feel sometime she doesn't care what I say.
I feel she doesn't care me as much I care her.
She doesn't know I am happy or not.
She never knows I am such a sensitive girl.
Distance keeps us away but tights us by heart; when distance is gone, affections and missing turns to boredom.
I still wanna be alone even I am in New York now, a fancy world and a noisy niche where people seldom stop and walk alone.
I talk less and less,
gradually, I'll be silent.
I'm changing, but maybe I've never changed.
This is real me since I was born.
Human beings are hard to change and be changed.
If I care less and be more optimistic, I would never think those trifles.
It is just hard to have an optimistic attitude.
I changed.