Orange skies.
One day, when i was entering my Aunt's room to start on my homework, i heard someone talking about being proud of his children. I wonder, am i someone who made my parents feel proud? Am i good enough for anyone, even for myself? I know, i shouldn't be feeling so down, when everything is so happy, but - i can't help it. Somedays, i really feel like talking to people, to tell them how i felt, and just sit somewhere on the floor, crossing our legs, listening. Sometimes, we didn't even have to talk. That sort of thing, i guess i've lost some part of it. I miss it.
I've always thought i'd let go of the fact that some people have just left me, but i never knew it would be this sweet and this pain to recall them.
