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It seems that I can't access sitdiary for one reason or another, but that's ok, no one reads either one so it doesn't matter which I write in.
I had the overwhelming urge to just start writing the story of my life, but I would never be able to finish it, because I don't know how it will end until it does and then it's a bit too late to write that down and hopefully the story has just started to get interesting.
You know I still miss him? Of course you know, because you still miss him too, I can see it in your eyes, every picture of him that pops up somewhere, every drop of his name, I can see your sorrow behind you smile and hear it hidden deep within your laughter. My stepmum says the feeling never really goes away, that years from now chances are he'll still be there in our minds most days, I kind of like that idea, becasue to forget him would be horrible, and I take this pain as a good thing in a way, it shows that at least I knew him, at least I loved someone in my time, and it shows that whether he ever realized it or not he made a difference in the world.
I had the overwhelming urge to just start writing the story of my life, but I would never be able to finish it, because I don't know how it will end until it does and then it's a bit too late to write that down and hopefully the story has just started to get interesting.
You know I still miss him? Of course you know, because you still miss him too, I can see it in your eyes, every picture of him that pops up somewhere, every drop of his name, I can see your sorrow behind you smile and hear it hidden deep within your laughter. My stepmum says the feeling never really goes away, that years from now chances are he'll still be there in our minds most days, I kind of like that idea, becasue to forget him would be horrible, and I take this pain as a good thing in a way, it shows that at least I knew him, at least I loved someone in my time, and it shows that whether he ever realized it or not he made a difference in the world.