When it’s time to go, it’s time to go

When you start seeing, again, all the little antics they do that annoyed you in the first place.
When you realized you are still, and maybe never will be, one of them.
There is no point, because they never had a point, an objective.

Then there are those you forged lasting friendship with.
Those who truly touched your heart.
Those who will keep you in their hearts.
That makes going away difficult.

But it’s time to move on.

(I'm pissed with the public relations division because he is so irresponsible)

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Jukucho knew I was moody.
So we made model airplanes (which flew pretty well) yesterday, before I started on another piece of charcoal.
'Your dessinés are like those of a sculptor,' he said.
Hey, maybe we've discovered something here?
(^.^)