It’s been too long since I’ve seen some of the people I used to call my best friends. I mean, we don’t even talk anymore. Not the phone, not online, and most certainly not in person. And what does this mean? Does it mean that we’re not friends anymore? Could it be that I’ve lost these people forever? I don’t think so, but at the same time, maybe.
I don’t know where my life is taking me, but it’s definitely not the same direction as most of the people I once was so close to. There will be no more Margarita Nights, no more watching Tate, Glenn, or James play video games, and definitely no more nights like my twentieth birthday.
In a way I find it depressing that these things seem completely in my past, but at the same time it brings me hope. While these moments with these people will most certainly not reoccur, I have hope that very similar moments will come about with very similar people, and probably in a very similar place.
My world is filled with patterns. Every single person that I meet is the same as the last, every place I move to is the same as my previous home. The repetitions of these people and places give me hope that one day soon I will find the things that I miss; the people that I am connected with.
But then again, does this mean that my life consists of the same pattern that my world consists of? Does this mean that I will never free myself from the monotony and useless actions I currently find myself performing? No, I guess not; I am able to see them clearly, now, so maybe this will mean I can change them.












































































