Yeah, when you think about it, we are indeed like tourists in each others lives. Reading this brought back a lot of memories, cuz I started to think about all the people that I meet in my life. All the people that made me feel certain emotions (good and bad). And yet, most of those people don't exist in my life anymore.

Some I would like to come back, some I would never want to see again. I wonder do those people ever think about me as well? About the times we had? Good or bad, doesn't matter, but do they ever find themselves thinking about me?

Doing good things to others is what I often do, but I realized many times that it's not worth it. Some people will always treat you like trash no matter what you do.