Meaningless.

I have an exam,tomorrow. And,unexpectedly I am feeling a bit down. As if,there is something which no longer exists,but,is there always to remind it's absence. That's not too beautiful to feel about,you see. Especially when you don't have any chance to blather about it all.. There're a few people we love the way we don't love others. We just never realise what made them this special and I bet they too never realised this SO they never paid any sort of attention to it. Too funny is that. Our lives are of parts. Parts of loving.meaning and rejecting.. and of priorities.. You stand at a corner and realise how there're many things,many other things much more prior to you,your existance.. And you could not cry like a child,yell out the pain of rejection. You can't even forget what has happened.. It stays with you as long as you stay with yourself... We all have reasons to move on but you know we don't really move on. Since,we all are different. Not fishes of the same water. Though,staying is meaningless and moving is stagnant... Just too stagnant.