I Feel Me And My Friends Grew Apart
It just feels too late to try. You're a stranger now. A stranger with a name I used to know, a face that I vaguely recognize, and pasts that I know like the back of my own hand. I know you, yet I don't at the same time. I'm stuck in this paradoxical limbo, still trying my damnedest to reach a person who probably isn't even there anymore.
And as much as I no longer really know you, I don't recognize your face as well as I once did, and you no longer know me either. My favorite color is green. I love pop music. I don't read as much as I used to. My depression and anxiety were better for a while before it spiraled again. I'm part of my college's education club because I found a love for it. I'm going to turn twenty three soon and it'll officially mark two years since we've really spoken. And I wonder, do you even remember any of this?
And as much as I no longer really know you, I don't recognize your face as well as I once did, and you no longer know me either. My favorite color is green. I love pop music. I don't read as much as I used to. My depression and anxiety were better for a while before it spiraled again. I'm part of my college's education club because I found a love for it. I'm going to turn twenty three soon and it'll officially mark two years since we've really spoken. And I wonder, do you even remember any of this?
26-30, F
