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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, April 19, 2009 @ 4:34 PM

Computer is down again.

I've been thinking. Everything is upside-down for me these days. I keep complaining to friends, I guess they are already kind of irritated with me saying the same line over and over again. I have protective friends, I'm thankful for that. But does it make any difference?

They've been there for me all the time, during my ups and downs. I've been a bitch to them, but they still stood by me. They listened to all my grumblings and complaints, all the time. What's next? Me all drunk and them having to heave me home?

I've already moved on, but I have to wake up. Things will never be the same again, no matter how hard I try.

I miss the way you smell like.
I miss the way you frown.
I miss the way you would control my expenses.

I miss the way you would look longingly at the arcade games. You may not think that I realised it, but I did. Nothing will be like before anymore.

Skipping school won't change anything. Spiralling into depression won't help anything. Doing this to myself won't make things the same again. So why am I still being so hard on myself?


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