Sometimes it feels like it never happened.
Sometimes I wake up feeling like I'm gonna take a streetcar to Dundas Sq.
All I know is that I feel angry and frustrated and disappointed.
People did not miss me. People don't even see me.
It's been 3 weeks and I can count the amount of times I've been with my friends - and not by accident.
I feel like a statue that was taken from people here and they claimed it back. Once it was back, the statue went to the exact place it was in people's head - on a shelf somewhere.
The people you see, they feel distant. There's always an arm of distance between us and I cannot see clearly whether I put it there.
The people you met, you miss them terribly. You finally understood the concepts of making friends and keeping them around and you see you weren't as lonely as you posed yourself to be.
There's this impression that only people with very strong hearts can carry saudades. Only the strong ones can play with their memories and their time. Fish from the memory all the good feelings you had in all the places you've been.
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