No, but remeniscence is a funny thing.flowrgrl779December 11 2007, 00:32:50 UTC
... saying that he's so glad that two years out of high school everyone is still getting together.
Maybe you're a lucky devil. As i remember it, i was gone before i was out of high school (or maybe i was never really there?) and the concept of still getting together two years after ... But then it's been so long now for me. It's been more than two years for sure. Now I hear tidbits and rumors through the grapevine that certain people still exist (go figure) and are doing this that or the other Big Important Thing. Maybe i wish we had all stayed together. Maybe i wish i had.
Maybe i don't. It's hard to say.
In any case, there are certain thoughts i don't like to have too often, if only because thinking of things like madrigal and sr chorus kind of make me mad now that they're over.
I lied. "Mad" is not the word. But the general concepts of prettiness and comraderie and broadway tunes on the E-train are so foreign to what is now the "real world" (assuming that's what people call the purgatory i seem to be stuck in now) that it makes me ... not mad, but something. I'm not so good at words.
Then again, maybe i'm the lucky one. When you're surrounded by nothing but white-gray walls and minor but constant tragedies, it becomes that much easier to create what you so beautifully called an individual revolution, at least insofar as, if you don't, there will be nothing around but white-gray walls. With the occasional psychosis-stain. And maybe some paint or something. I'm starting to think that that just might be the only self-awareness i'm going to get.
But what the fuck do i know? I'm just a kid. Just like you. Just ... older or something.
Maybe you're a lucky devil. As i remember it, i was gone before i was out of high school (or maybe i was never really there?) and the concept of still getting together two years after ... But then it's been so long now for me. It's been more than two years for sure. Now I hear tidbits and rumors through the grapevine that certain people still exist (go figure) and are doing this that or the other Big Important Thing. Maybe i wish we had all stayed together. Maybe i wish i had.
Maybe i don't. It's hard to say.
In any case, there are certain thoughts i don't like to have too often, if only because thinking of things like madrigal and sr chorus kind of make me mad now that they're over.
I lied. "Mad" is not the word. But the general concepts of prettiness and comraderie and broadway tunes on the E-train are so foreign to what is now the "real world" (assuming that's what people call the purgatory i seem to be stuck in now) that it makes me ... not mad, but something. I'm not so good at words.
Then again, maybe i'm the lucky one. When you're surrounded by nothing but white-gray walls and minor but constant tragedies, it becomes that much easier to create what you so beautifully called an individual revolution, at least insofar as, if you don't, there will be nothing around but white-gray walls. With the occasional psychosis-stain. And maybe some paint or something. I'm starting to think that that just might be the only self-awareness i'm going to get.
But what the fuck do i know? I'm just a kid. Just like you. Just ... older or something.
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