It's strange being twenty. When I imagined it a few years ago, there were a lot of things I had expected to be a certain way. It's strange seeing things fall apart while others fall into place. But I guess that's just how we make room for the new things and the new people. I don't know if it's necessarily hard, sometimes it actually seems too easy; what's hard is that it's so easy--in the sense that you never imagine something or someone so important to fall away or leave the way they do. And I can't tell if I'm still upset about it. I used to get mad, but I stopped putting the energy into it. Why bother, right? But this wasn't meant to be an emotional post, just a reminiscent one (if that's not the same?).