The same is not same

I’m listening to Gary Jules’ “Mad World” and I’m thinking to myself, this is a fucking good song and then I think again and say, this is exactly what the world is: mad

I keep thinking… ONE MONTH. That’s all I need to get through right now. But listening to this song, I’ve realized how I’m not going back to the same things, same people, same life. People move on, people change, things change and it really isn’t the same in the end. As much as I keep telling myself and everyone I know that my best years were in high school, this is exactly why it is the best. Because I lived to become a 20 year old woman to tell the tale. As much as I want to be forever 19, there is no such universe. Life, as they say, is about growing and "finding yourself".

Time waits for no man and we are but on our own. I’ve seen people I know change for the better and also, for the worse but who am I to judge, right? I guess I’ve changed myself (as much as I want to stay the same) . Does it really matter in the end then? The truth is ugly, we all know that and that is why we lie but one day, you got to face it.