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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Friday, October 27, 2006 3:18 PM

i dunno... my new fav phrase.

reading some friends' blogs, i realized how much time has passed since i know them
knowing they have new friends and new lives
knowing i used to be closer to them, and now its others
i just feel like as if i know them, yet i dont

i always think others have changed
and rarely think if people see that i am different now
but its hard to see myself from the perspective that i use to view others
maybe i should ask others how i have changed
things i nv imagined myself doing - i did - has it changed anything?
i can feel myself turning into an adult
i feel old

i dunno but it seems like i m building this territorial wall ard myself
i laugh infront of others
and come back to the room solemn and feeling empty
even when i am really sad and down
i find that the people ard me dont seem to be the best people i cld talk to
where has that person gone?

sometimes i just want to find someone who would just listen to me talk on & on
complain and whine or maybe cry
someone who would also understand how i feel, the stress, the failing grades i have been getting, the efforts i put in, the whatever...
and not judge me
but maybe once people go to diff schools, or no longer have some things in common,
its not very possible to stay like that.

i used to be always the one who has everything or so it seemed
now i feel i am losing everything
i dont know where to find the strength anymore

Signing off,
no more ink.

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