So easy.

To the people who think I'm scared - how could I be scared of something that might repeat itself? We fear what we don't know, what we don't know will happen, or not happen. Its not the feelings or the hurt, the disappointment or the worthless sense of betrayal... these are all known. This isn't a vulnerability that's worth fear.

To people who don't get it. I don't have anything, none of those feelings, no anticipation of hurt or disappointment, albeit a slowly beating pulse of betrayal. And a faint whisper of ideas and experience.

Don't you see it? Everyone sees because they want to see. They adore it, they manipulate it, but all that's happening is that they are being tricked. What's really cute. What's real. What's wrong. But who would believe me? I can't help but laugh with them.

I don't know who to tell. I miss feeling love towards my old friends. They're gone though, and so will the ones from this year. No more Tetris, LoL, PI+ jokes, adoration of our calc teacher. No more car rides, crazy runs, horrible physics demonstrations. No more history.

I fancied the idea of being wiped clean. But really, we're still the same people, same problems. Its just that now, no one can help us in the same context.

And this familiarity just makes it so, so easy.