Nostalgia

Nostalgia

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nos·tal·gia/näˈstaljə/ Noun: 1.A sentimental longing for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. -- They say you can only move on from the past by letting it go, and from then on it shouldn't matter anymore... right? Because I could honestly say that I let it go. I was so sure of it. Never even imagined that I would long for some of those moments. What I could not understand was why was the past confronting me? Now. At this very moment. The moment that would take my life in a direction I had rightfully earned. I deserved happiness, and I finally got it. I would do whatever it takes to keep it. Call me selfish, but after being selfless for so long it was MY turn to be selfish. Hell I deserved that too. Being selfless is part of the reason why I am where I am... and he seemed to be the root of it all. *this fan fiction was previously published on tumblr by myself*
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Preview: Yes, Valedictorian, dated all the jocks but it never quite was serious. I was labeled 'prude', 'nerd', 'hard working', and 'safe'. Standing up at my graduation, I wanted to say something no one would expect from me. I was always 'predictable' as well. I was normal as some people would say. I was always looking for the good in life and going out, drinking, doing drugs, having sex, or anything close to those examples are what I labeled as 'not good'. I played it safe through out high school and I really didn't have any memories now that I thought about it. As I stood, in my cap and gown on the stage, not daring to say a word to my fellow graduates that they wouldn't expect from me, I regretted it. Everyone clapped seeing me as the labels they had given me. But some how, I wanted to be different. I wanted to have crazy hair. I wanted to dress different. I wanted to not care what people thought of me. I wanted to be a rebel. I most certainly didn't want to 'play it safe'. *********As of March 28, 2021, story is being rewritten/edited!**********

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