My baby is crying and it's killing me. Make it stop!

I never thought that i would be feeling sad at the thought of having only one day left living in UIA.
I try not to think much of it.
In fact I should be happy.
Hey. No more student life. No more assignments. No more shits.
What more can you ask for?
There's no need to be sad.
Because I know I will be seeing my friends in the future anyway.
So why feeling so sad you-silly-old-heartless-you.
Hey wait. which part in the future are you going to see your friends?
Think Ira. Think.
(Life will always goes on. Remember that Ira)

Deep deep down in my heart, I realized that all of us will move on.
Walk forward right? No more turning back?
The future is waiting in front. Better catch fast.
There's no use living in the past my dear.
Memories won't make you the person you wanted to be.
(This part here, breaks me down.)

My life in UIA is a fun roller coaster ride and I like it.
It makes me want to ride it over and over again.
Thanks to the girls riding it with me.
It makes the ride fun and thrilling even more.
Yes. The girls.
They know who they are.
I for once would like to keep them close to my pocket.
And bring them everywhere I want it to be.
Because I need them for the comfort I felt this past few years.
Without them, it is like sitting on a bed of needles.
Shifting my ass all the time trying to find that comfort again.

Thinking of the girls makes me sad.
I don't care much of UIA.
I care much of the girls.
They stuck to me like Medusa's snakes.
I have regard them as my sisters.
Sisters I never had.
Sisters I've longed for.
Sisters I've loved.

Sisters I would never have again.
And why is it my perfect sisters are taken away from me?

(This realization struck me right in my head.)
This is unfair!
Where can I get other sisters as good as these?
Can they understand me?
Can they listen to my every whine and excuse?
Can they accept me as I am?
Can they cope with my attitude?
Can they make me laugh?
Can they sing with me?
Can they make me be me and be comfortable with it?

And most of all,
can they be as good as my girls?
Why can't I just keep them with me?
Do I have to move on?
Do I have to walk forward?
I don't want to.

I will always live in the memories we had.
Because I like it that way.
Since I no longer have anyone close to talk to.
Why not, right? You-silly-old-crybaby-you.
Hope they won't forget me.
Because I won't forget them.
Hope they will forgive me.
Because I will forgive them.

Hope they will love me.
Because I will love them.
Forever and ever.

Thanks for being my friend guys!!!







p/s: This is the hardest entry I've done so far. Emotionally hurt and tortured.