Just some musings for today.

I am reading some old posts from other people's blogs.. And i am finding out that people who i thought are heartless and uncaring actually used to care in the past about other people they used to know.
It's painful. I see the change in others, from depressed to normal to inspirational. How do they do it? Especially one person in particular. Maybe on the exterior people look normal but they harbor secret emotions underneath the mask..

Ci jsem kamaradka? Mam nejakou nejlepsi kamaradku, no asi ne. Zatim. Ale opravdu doufam, ze se nejaka najde. Nekdo, s kym se muzu opravdu podelit s tim, co si myslim. S nekym,
s kym se citim sva a ..
Myslela jsem si, ze ona to byla. Ale ted ma na starosti hodne jinych veci. Snazila jsem se na to zapomenout. Najit si jine kamosky. Ale jenom s ni jsem se citila nejlip, a mela nejradsi. Minuly rok v listopadu.

Proc na to nemuzu zapomenout? Proc se minulost neopakuje? Bylo to jenom jako?
Why can't I forget it? Why doesn't the past repeat itself? Was it only pretended?

*tears drop down*

I still remember what she said.
"Let's enjoy each other's presence".