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[Jan 18 2007 / 11:18pm] |
There are so many things, experiences, places, memories, People I've forgotten.
While on the bus on my now daily commute, I saw a girl I went to primary school with, she was in my grade most years, and we were close friends, after staring at each other for about ten minutes I realised who she was.
I had forgotten all about her for three or four years.
Forgotten. This is a girl i saw almost every day for six years of my life, six years and i barely remembered her. We got of the bus and went our seperate ways, without saying as much as a 'hello'.
How did it come to this, how can I forget a persons existence within my own life, its incomprehensibile that I could forget someone, isnt it?. A person I knew, really knew didnt even register or grant a 'how are you going'. This got me thinking about all the other people I have forget, obviously I cant remember exactly who, But if I can forget someone I spent the better part of my childhood with, there must be countless more.
How, how does one just forget a person.
Out of the billions of people in the world, I met you, I saw you and we had a connection however brief, how can I forget a person, How could anyone forget a person. Who am I to forget you.
whatever, I have been thinking alot about my past lately.
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[Oct 27 2006 / 1:26am] |
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I love you mike mills.
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[Oct 21 2006 / 10:57pm] |
once I heard it took 21 days of doing something
everyday to become addicted to it.
so lets hangout everyday for 21 days.
or more. or forever.
ill need you and youll need me.
a mutual addiction. it will be great.
no withdrawals allowed.
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| 10:07/12/09/2006 |
[Sep 12 2006 / 10:08pm] |
Five minutes untill class starts. One hour before the alarm clock goes off. Twenty minutes till the train comes. Three days and term ends. Thirty seconds untill its ten oclock. One year before high school is over. Seventy two days untill the plane leaves. Four days and my shift starts at work. Forty nine weeks before eighteen. Thirty five hours and reports are out.
I don’t want my life to be this measurable. Time is just a means to an end. Time isn’t real, its created.
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[Aug 16 2006 / 5:57pm] |
I want people, real people in my life.
I dont mind if they live across the other side
of the world or next door, I just want real people. People who have lifes, and are simply just alive. People who will tell me about thier problems, and flaws, and families, and routines, and lives. People with and real, genuine personalities. Lately I have found people try to be something they think I will like, some edited, advertisment of themselves. Sometimes I prefer the company of complete strangers to people in my life, because at least they exist.
So, anyone...
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