She stared at the wall, wondering what to do next.
Where did everyone go? Why did they go? Why not stay..with her?
Did she do something?
No. She didn't. This is just life. Life goes on, people may leave, and people will stay.
People may...change.
And change they did. A lot.
But why? Why? Why does everything start out so sweet and heavenly and as time goes on, turn sour?
What did we do to deserve this?
How do we get it back?
We can't.
We can't hold onto what's gone.But why couldn't we have changed with them? What do they expect us to do, when they've gone and left and we're here only to wonder what we did wrong?
Nothing was made to last.
Nothing was made to last.Nothing ever lasts. We just have to make the best out of the bad.
That's what they always say.
They say it like its so easy. Like the second they say that we're all enlightened by their wisdom.
How do I make the best out of the bad? How am I supposed to be happy when there's. no one. left.
How do I make myself happy again?
How do I fix me?
When will you come back?
I just don't know anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I Just Don't Know Anymore.
Short StoryJust a little ramble that some people might relate to -Allison