Love and other drugs
Thursday, March 17, 2011 ? 0 Atashinchi ?
Today I watched the concert videos from last year. I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to relive the atmosphere, the adrenaline rush, the surge of pure bliss as I immersed myself in the music that I loved, performing with people whom I loved, displaying months of hard work to an audience whom I loved. At that moment, I honestly felt like crying.
It really hadn't been so long ago. What has changed? 5 years of love for CO, why has it culmulated to, this? Perhaps things have changed, perhaps I have changed. But there is only 2 months left. I don't want to leave any regrets.
And so maybe it's time to really set my priorities right. What hurts me is not worth me caring. I've seen through you for who you are. Out of mind, out of sight, out of my life. This is MY life, and I shall be the one to dictate my emotions.
2 months will be over in a flash. What will others remember me as? What kind of memory of CO will I leave with?
Time will tell.
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