The night of all nights...
Yay...
I've noticed that I no longer use that word in the sense that it is meant for. It's always some sort of sarcasm behind it. I watched the Lake House tonight. It was a really good movie. Depressing.. but good. Just another mushy gushy love story. This movie got me to thinking again. (Also another word that I don't use in its said meaning)
Oddly enough.. or not at all... I started thinking but I don't have one specific thing to think on. It's just mixed mumbles and screams pouring out of my head and through my fingers. This will all be a bunch of rambling ons but well that's how I think. In mumbles. In screams. All in all .. a bunch of rambles. It won't make sense to you because it doesn't make sense to me. Or maybe subconscouisly I just want to make it seem like that. I don't really know but here's I go with the post...
I think a good friend of mine deserves an apology more than he even knows. To him, I'm deeply sorry. You can't even begin to understand why I would say that... But I know you need to hear it.
To the next friend... What happened? We've faded, like we said we wouldn't. Sonic... Hydrolics... Pixels... I won't let this fade away into nothing like all the rest... You really are a good friend... and I'd like to keep it that way.. Don't forget me.
To an old friend: We shared years together... Most of it me getting on your nerves and you letting it build up. But there were a few good times. I say few.. that's really an understate ment... We've had more fun than not. At least that's how I'll remember us. I put more thought into you than you'll ever know.. I may have been the one to say the final good bye.. but I'll know.. at least on my half.. it was a good 5 years.
My eyes have opened. High school is over. It's time to stop worrying about.. well hell .. its just time to stop worrying. People say I worry to much. It's because the thought of rejection or regret weighs heavy over my head. Slowly but surely. I'm letting that go. I mean hell... Look at me now. I'm never home as opposed to 2 months ago my mom had to pay me to get out of the house. I'm in good hands I believe, maybe not the most moral, but still good. I need this time to figure out how to grow up, how to get out of the mold I've kept my self in.
This is me .. realizing everything.. and I'll say more later.. but you guys needed to know... or I just needed it to be heard...
I love you guys.. All of you...
Sam...
I've noticed that I no longer use that word in the sense that it is meant for. It's always some sort of sarcasm behind it. I watched the Lake House tonight. It was a really good movie. Depressing.. but good. Just another mushy gushy love story. This movie got me to thinking again. (Also another word that I don't use in its said meaning)
Oddly enough.. or not at all... I started thinking but I don't have one specific thing to think on. It's just mixed mumbles and screams pouring out of my head and through my fingers. This will all be a bunch of rambling ons but well that's how I think. In mumbles. In screams. All in all .. a bunch of rambles. It won't make sense to you because it doesn't make sense to me. Or maybe subconscouisly I just want to make it seem like that. I don't really know but here's I go with the post...
I think a good friend of mine deserves an apology more than he even knows. To him, I'm deeply sorry. You can't even begin to understand why I would say that... But I know you need to hear it.
To the next friend... What happened? We've faded, like we said we wouldn't. Sonic... Hydrolics... Pixels... I won't let this fade away into nothing like all the rest... You really are a good friend... and I'd like to keep it that way.. Don't forget me.
To an old friend: We shared years together... Most of it me getting on your nerves and you letting it build up. But there were a few good times. I say few.. that's really an understate ment... We've had more fun than not. At least that's how I'll remember us. I put more thought into you than you'll ever know.. I may have been the one to say the final good bye.. but I'll know.. at least on my half.. it was a good 5 years.
My eyes have opened. High school is over. It's time to stop worrying about.. well hell .. its just time to stop worrying. People say I worry to much. It's because the thought of rejection or regret weighs heavy over my head. Slowly but surely. I'm letting that go. I mean hell... Look at me now. I'm never home as opposed to 2 months ago my mom had to pay me to get out of the house. I'm in good hands I believe, maybe not the most moral, but still good. I need this time to figure out how to grow up, how to get out of the mold I've kept my self in.
This is me .. realizing everything.. and I'll say more later.. but you guys needed to know... or I just needed it to be heard...
I love you guys.. All of you...
Sam...