moved on.

so its 6:05 am and I'm kinda tired but not sleepy. must be due to the caffeine overdose from starbucks and all.

everyone moved on, even I did. but I guess moving on doesn't mean you forget abt all the fond memories before, its accepting tt those times will not return. Perhaps also with a tiny bit of hoping you could somehow get in touch again but of cuz, no actions will be done. cuz they've moved on, and their definition should be different from mine.

so... work. am I good at it? no I don't think so. am I better than them? perhaps not. I don't know. I'm slowly consumed by my ego again and I'm telling myself tt I'm so damn good and I can judge ppl. no man. you aint half as good as u think u are.

so yea wake up dude. ure still tt same old shithead as u always were.