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I never would've thought it possible but the music has failed me. I can listen to "no feelings." or "keep away (from me)" as many times as I want but it doesn't change the fact I've met people; hell, alot of people I genuienly don't want to lose. Time was, I could count the people I really cared about on one hand- now I'd doubt I'd even have enough toes. Honestly, it was never something that bothered me- always stressed quality over quantity and what not, and quality was never an issue. I loved the few real friends that I had and I still do. Let's be honest, I can count on one hand the times i've seen Kristine in the last two years and I'd still kill for her if I had to. Not to mention I'd embrace the fact that my train of thought ran on a whole different track than most people. So the small circle of friends thing, really never an issue.
Then I met you lot, people who thought the way i did (if only with a little more common sense then I had, or have for that matter), People who'd think it was a good idea to build a coffin and march it home down merrick ave, take off for montauk at the drop of a hat, actually voulenteer to run around a dark field in halloween masks, routinely travel barefoot when shoes are readily available, people whose routine ideas for a weekend out never dissapointed me. I'd met a large group who I was actually seeking to hang out with at every available oppurtuinty. Something I'd never wanted before. And now we're all being scattered by the wind in search of bigger things.
And everytime I think of seperating from any one of you, it cuts into me.
"Maybe when you get right down to it there are no such things as good friends or bad friends, maybe there are just friends. People you laugh and cry with, people worth living for, maybe even worth dying for if it comes to that."
That's a quote from the Stephen King Book "It." It's abridged because I can't remember it word for word and didn't have the good sense to mark the page. I think of it, then I think of all of you and it's true. I'd live and laugh or cry and die for any one of you. I know I'll meet people in college and in my future as an Adult but the one thing I want is to never lose contact with any of you because I'll make more friends, proabbly some really good ones too. But I will never find anyone like those of you I've met in my first 18 years of life. What I'm really trying to say is that what all of you mean to me will never change. If any one of you shows up at my door for the first time in 20 years then I'll still welcome you in like it was only 20 minutes ago.
So, if you know me well enough to find your way onto what was up until now just a place for me to spout about what pissed me off, then this is to you- the best friends a crazy bastard like myself ever could've asked for. And ceartaintly better then I could've ever hoped for
"But the ending always comes at last
Endings always come too fast
They come too fast, but the past is slow
I love you and that's all I know."
But I'm not gonna cry... not if I can help it.
Then I met you lot, people who thought the way i did (if only with a little more common sense then I had, or have for that matter), People who'd think it was a good idea to build a coffin and march it home down merrick ave, take off for montauk at the drop of a hat, actually voulenteer to run around a dark field in halloween masks, routinely travel barefoot when shoes are readily available, people whose routine ideas for a weekend out never dissapointed me. I'd met a large group who I was actually seeking to hang out with at every available oppurtuinty. Something I'd never wanted before. And now we're all being scattered by the wind in search of bigger things.
And everytime I think of seperating from any one of you, it cuts into me.
"Maybe when you get right down to it there are no such things as good friends or bad friends, maybe there are just friends. People you laugh and cry with, people worth living for, maybe even worth dying for if it comes to that."
That's a quote from the Stephen King Book "It." It's abridged because I can't remember it word for word and didn't have the good sense to mark the page. I think of it, then I think of all of you and it's true. I'd live and laugh or cry and die for any one of you. I know I'll meet people in college and in my future as an Adult but the one thing I want is to never lose contact with any of you because I'll make more friends, proabbly some really good ones too. But I will never find anyone like those of you I've met in my first 18 years of life. What I'm really trying to say is that what all of you mean to me will never change. If any one of you shows up at my door for the first time in 20 years then I'll still welcome you in like it was only 20 minutes ago.
So, if you know me well enough to find your way onto what was up until now just a place for me to spout about what pissed me off, then this is to you- the best friends a crazy bastard like myself ever could've asked for. And ceartaintly better then I could've ever hoped for
"But the ending always comes at last
Endings always come too fast
They come too fast, but the past is slow
I love you and that's all I know."
But I'm not gonna cry... not if I can help it.