strings. yes, they get twined and twisted, let loose, but sometimes, in not so rare cases, strings get tangled and you have no other choice but to cut it so that it can be free again. in the human sense, there should be no strings attached, if possible. people come and go, friends leave with the uncertainty of coming back, even your family starts to slip away from your fingertips, and you would be left to yourself. making that attachments would just bring you nostalgia and frustration. nostalgia is good, but too frequently, it gives you a heart attack. mind you, i've been there, always have; and now i thought i was so over it, but, all along i was just used to it; never breaking away, but just walking around; because i can't, or maybe i won't.
i hate that part of me. the good thing is, i easily make plain attachments to people. making friends is my piece of cake, but somehow, i also get too attached that it brought me to the point of being stranded, and that's the bad part of it. and when parting time comes, nostalgia shows up again. and here i go again.
now i'm fighting it, and i think i'm not good at it.
