| It has been so long. So long since I've written, visited, checked up on you. But more importantly, it's been so long since I've felt infinite. It's never too late to keep trying.
I'm growing up rapidly, and the thought of that scares me. I'm too old for things like Perks of Being a Wallflower and Catcher In The Rye and other assortments of these coming of age teen novels.
Life gets more complicated the older you get, and everything that seemed like such a burden in the past, things that caused you to feel depressed, things that were upsetting, are nothing but fickle reminders of how you've grown up. I'm not there yet, but I'm slowly approaching it and the idea of "the real world" is nothing short of terrifying. This was an enchanting blast from the past, and I would like to think that you out there, whoever you are, are doing alright, and know that there's someone out there that still really cares...no matter how old we get.
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| I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist. I think you of all people would understand that because I think you of all people are alive and appreciate what that means. At least I hope you do because other people look to you for strength and friendship and it's that simple. At least that's what I've heard.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be. |
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