nobody said it was easy

Writing is releasing one's feelings of anger, sadness, happiness or any other. That was what I've been doing since then. 

I see no point in being online but I stay online, for the sake of someone being able to talk to me anytime that he can. Yes, nobody said it was easy but we could always do something to make it easy. It's in our hands, but I guess it take more will to make it so. I wondered before why you were thinking about whether there would be a time that'll come that I'll give up on you. That left a mark. For I haven't even thought about it yet I also thought about the same question myself however the subject was you and not me. To be world's apart is hell but to feel like you're close even though not being physically beside each other is heaven. I felt like that before and selfishly, I want to feel it again. Is it not the sharing of one's life that love is about? So then, I'm wondering why we're put in a circumstance of just waiting, and ignoring the present. In a different world apart from yours, someone is always thinking about you, worrying about you, wondering what you're doing and the same person wonders whether you're thinking the same. However, in the recent days and weeks, it has gone not parallel, not same, not linear, untouched. And I feel like as days pass by, we're slowly forgetting the past that we once were.

These sentences are just random and purposefully paragraphed that one would understand minimally. I guess it's better to keep deeper thoughts and feelings for myself.