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Let's take a trip back in time.
Back when we spent time talking about places we wanted to go. Things that we swore we would never do. People who we thought we knew.
In middle school, I wanted to move to Illinois. I wanted back what I left behind. But then I thought again.. everyone would be different. Whos to say my once best friends are the same?
Freshman year, I wanted to move to California. Doesn't almost everyone go through a California phase? Or is that just me? Three other friends and I all wanted to go there. And of course, we believed that we would. We would all still be friends... live near or with eachother... no worries or obligations, just fun. Those three people are gone. Doing their own things.. people change.
How many of the opposite sex have you been with, and thought that it would last ten times as long as it really did?
How many times have you thought, "This is it"?
Why are we so reliant on plans? Especially ones that are so far ahead of us. And why do they change so much? It's sort of depressing. How our dreams and expectations of ourselves and our friends change over the years. From being outlandish, together forever, across the world dreams... to "maybe we'll see eachother once a month when I move two hours away" dreams. How instead of being full of a feeling that i'll see my friends forever, I pack ice around my feelings and await the inevitable. The fact that most of my friends, I won't talk to throughout college or the late years of highschool. That by the time I turn 22, I will probably have lost nearly all traces of ever making any friends in New Hampshire.
Do you ever wonder who you actually made an impact on?
Who will think of you one day and wonder where you are?
Just wondering... =\
I'll post later.
Back when we spent time talking about places we wanted to go. Things that we swore we would never do. People who we thought we knew.
In middle school, I wanted to move to Illinois. I wanted back what I left behind. But then I thought again.. everyone would be different. Whos to say my once best friends are the same?
Freshman year, I wanted to move to California. Doesn't almost everyone go through a California phase? Or is that just me? Three other friends and I all wanted to go there. And of course, we believed that we would. We would all still be friends... live near or with eachother... no worries or obligations, just fun. Those three people are gone. Doing their own things.. people change.
How many of the opposite sex have you been with, and thought that it would last ten times as long as it really did?
How many times have you thought, "This is it"?
Why are we so reliant on plans? Especially ones that are so far ahead of us. And why do they change so much? It's sort of depressing. How our dreams and expectations of ourselves and our friends change over the years. From being outlandish, together forever, across the world dreams... to "maybe we'll see eachother once a month when I move two hours away" dreams. How instead of being full of a feeling that i'll see my friends forever, I pack ice around my feelings and await the inevitable. The fact that most of my friends, I won't talk to throughout college or the late years of highschool. That by the time I turn 22, I will probably have lost nearly all traces of ever making any friends in New Hampshire.
Do you ever wonder who you actually made an impact on?
Who will think of you one day and wonder where you are?
Just wondering... =\
I'll post later.