And so my obsessions continue. Every little thing is out of place, my OCD not allowing me to forget that, and nothing is the same. Me, sitting here on an old dirt road, thinking again. Thinking gets me nowhere. Only makes me depressed. All the memories
piling up, everything fading. Music is playing down the street, fading like my thoughts as I shake myself back into reality.
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Fall asleep at 4am. Wake up at 11am. Wasting my life away slowly, not able to change any habits without changing myself. When I pretend to be everything I'm not, it's just acting, not change. Why do they want us to 'grow up' when we should enjoy our childhood, which we wast away with school and so many other petty and stupid things. At least I have things to look forward to though, because I can't live in the present, and it's bad to live in the past. Even if it was better then. Even if you miss how it was. Even if that's all you want.
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So now I'm sitting here at Sarah's house, Kenzie's here too, thinking about how we will sneak into 5sos's dressing room. "So...... any ideas?" Sarah asks, interrupting my thoughts. "No." Kenzie says. I reply, "Ditto." "Uhhggg we've been sitting here for an hour, how can you have no ideas!?" "I don't know!" "Ditto." and the conversation continues like that until we figure out a plan. Now we just have to wait till the concert.
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A/N: sorry but this chapter is really short, I will be writing as much as I can though. -Kate
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A Thousand Memories
Teen FictionI'm me. You're you. We are no one. Undecided, unloved, unsupervised, and alone. Why did we act the same as them? Ask someone who knows, or pretends to care. ———•——— So this is the made up story based on some real things, and a lot of made up things...
