Hey. Sadly, we didn't go as long as we wanted to, and who am I to deny that? We wanted to spend nights in New York and hours laughing away in restaurants, but we couldn't and I wish I can find one thing that changed us, but I can't. And I know only people in the group read this, so I want to write this to you. I know a few of you don't talk to the rest of us, I know we've grown apart to a terrifying degree and that hurts, but nothing is wrong with us. We've just grown.

In all the time I've had locked up in my house, everytime I thought about what went wrong, I realized there was nothing wrong. Our paths crossed at a perfect time, where we where the same, when we could get along. Where we were all young and the cuts and bruises we wore from before could be healed by the rest of us. 

But then as we spent our lives together, new scars formed and although we tried hard to hold down the bleeding, it still slipped through our fingers. The scars kept forming, and we came to the point where we were giving each other some too, crisscrossing angrily, never healing. What have we become? 

We were in too deep to even realize, and when we did, we were gone. It's not our faults. Our story is no tragedy, nothing to behold. It'll be a sore spot far in the future, when we see all the scars. And we'll remember the times we laughed, when we cried, and when we spilled our secrets.

We'll regret things, we'll wish things could've been done different. But we're growing older and far away, and songs in our playlists will remind us of the moments where we promised to never leave. It's funny- well, it's not, but it makes me laugh. People take so much pride in promises, for they are not meant to break. They always do anyway. 

I wish I could've wrote a "Two Years With Bikes" scenario or something, but we all know my situation right now. I wish I could keep us together, as much as I tried. But I also had a part in breaking us further, so I have no right to play savior. I just wish I could continue loving every one of you like I always did. 

The ones with me, please promise not to leave too. Please promise that you won't grow to stand by yourself, that you could sleep without wondering if we ate. I know it's selfish, but I'm trying to save my things from burning down with the house. Promise me that these promises won't break so soon, because like I said, they always do.

So unless and until there comes a day where I can delete this, we're discontinued.

                                                                                                   -Your Liya