i guess it's typical to cling to memories of that summer long ago..

Jan 26, 2005 13:12

everything is changing and i see it all happning at once right in front of me and it feels like i can't do anything about it.

i miss everything. i remember last year thinking to myself "i will look back a year from now and not miss any of this"

but now i look back on it and i miss it all so much. i miss photo with josh and evan, and alex and henry. and i miss 'the group' going to jacobs locker in the morning and after and before 5th. me and dustin were talking about that on monday and he said "yeah, those were the good days."

and they were.
they were the days that i would give this whole year up for to have one of them back.

and i even miss this year. all thats passed. i miss the beginning of the year when it was a fresh new start. i miss going to java jazz every weekend even when no one i knew was playing. i even think back to when me and josh were going out, before all that drama. and weather all of those rumors were true or not, i dont care anymore. and i miss spending every single weekend and min. with brooke and brittney and their phyco family.

but at the same time, i think change is good.

i love that me and shelley hang out almost everyday after school and every weekend and go and do stupid things that other people would think is lame but we have the best time doing. and i love all our 'boy problems' that we always have at the same time. and i love talking to kortni because she is one of the funniest people i have ever met. and i like that me and sean are going out because i have had a huge crush on him since last year [from a distance] but i dont know how he feels and that bothers me.

and i can't believe that i'm going to be a junior next year and how next year all of this will be memories that i will look back on and miss and it will hurt so bad to look back.

i'm pretty sure all this random thinking is coming from the mass amount of medication that i have floating around in my system.
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