I miss my friends I really do.

For consecutive Saturdays now, I never failed to go out and spend the entire night drinking until I wake up Sunday morning with a couple of friends. It made me think that how come I could really spend time with them and fail to meet the best people I’ve met in my entire life.

For one, fate has its unfortunate way of keeping me busy while these people are loose and vice versa. But other than that, I think that another factor would be the disparity among us. We have been accustomed to seeing each other early in the morning until we go home late at night. But with the recent turn of events, we have been caught up with our own lives that catching up may not end up interesting for each other. There are those internal conflicts that would it still be those fun hangouts even if we basically have no similar things to talk about or how much have they changed, or how can they deal some of my minor changes.

I don’t know what will happen really but I do know I miss them.