Someone's i still think about you.
And sometimes you pop up in my dreams. Its not in a weird or creepy way, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I think its just my brains way of making me feel guilty because we stopped talking. In the big scope of things we never really talked for long. We might’ve known eachother for 3 years, and only really got close the last year I saw you. But you were so interesting and made an impact on me.
Sometimes I wonder how you're doing. In the past I would just ask my friends that went to the same school how you were doing. The last time I asked about you I heard that you were doing great and thats awesome.
Sometimes i wonder if you still write, or listen to that one band. I often tell my mom about that one story you wrote. I haven't been able to find it for a while. But I still remember some of it and think about it. I'm not shocked I can't find it anymore. It was a long time ago and as people we all change and change our minds and delete things from our past.
And of course I wonder about who you are now. Because we are practically strangers at this point. I have lived my life and gone through enough shit for a life time, and I'm sure you've gone through your own. After all we are human.
Every time I think of you, or you pop up in my brain, I say; I miss the conversations we would have, and I hope he is doing well. Because even if we are complete strangers now, you were nice to me, and nice people deserve nice lives.
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Kill Me Quickly
RandomIt hurts. But not as much as this. People hate me. I am mostly invisble. I stick out in the worse way ever. This is not a sob story. but it is my story.
