A smile...for the Old Days
Same negative thoughts everyday: the details of the last moments of my father's death, flashes of memories for things we did together, my last bad failure experience with someone who claimed he loves me (being added to the 100 last failures), flashes of memories for different similar failures specially the last one, blaming myself for every simple thing I did and I do even if it's not my fault, ...etc Nothing changes. Loaded with same negative feelings everyday. Trying to resist the negative feelings everyday. So, same exhausting struggle everyday. During my desperate trials to run away from these terrible thoughts, I run to the old days. I think about childhood, school days, my friends, my toys, summer family traveling... And I think about my friend; my closest friend at university. It makes me smile. Looking back, I can see how much he cared without waiting for something in return. He never cared less even after knowing that my feelings are different than his; that it...