Everyone and everything has changed. People who were once so close to me are now strangers, quietly passing me by. Everyone has moved on and has found new lives, formed new bonds, and here I am sitting on that bench in the past waiting for them to arrive. Everyone is so distance. I feel like a fool trying to rekindle old flames. Not the romantic ones of course. I feel like I’m polluted, I don’t know who I am anymore. Life as become so mundane and routine. I tried to move on and make new connections but they aren’t as strong as I thought they would be. Now I’m back to square one sitting on the same bench, looking desperate as ever. Maybe I haven’t gotten the hint yet that everyone has left for a reason. Maybe people aren’t as fond of me as I thought. Maybe I’m meant to be alone in this life….
|—||Kazuo Ishiguro (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
|—||Alan Moore, V for Vendetta (via broooster)|
Is that Cheech Marin as a Hugo Chavez on that guitar?