The past few days, I feel isolated from the people who I (thought of) consider as friends but eventually, they never really were. I have never imagined there would be a point of my life where I feel unimportant and far from any others because since I was born, I felt every tiny piece of love and care from my parents, my friends, even strangers. I am okay to be alone, I can manage that. But being isolated is totally different. I guess I'll just let my self calm and take no risks of trying to be like others, I just want to be me and I would not thought of any second of changing my directions the way I wouldn't want it to be.
I can tell right things from wrong.And yesterday, this feeling of being separated from others cooled down. I got to see and hang with the Liga (though we're not complete) and the whole day was fun and exchanging of happiness. I came to realization, friends doesn't always mean the people who I talk to or accompany (or...) everyday but these are the people where I find and share happiness out of random things and never cared about other people as long as we are bounded.
See, even fate made us gather to take some planning and organizing things and it turns out another memories and experiences were formed to be treasured forever.
At least at this moment, I have typed down what is within me.
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