Drugs
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MatureOngoing23m
Last published Mon, Jul 10, 2017
You were never the same person seven years ago. You can be an entirely different person in a day all because of one tragedy. People are always changing; they're growing; they're discovering themselves. They say that the past does not define who you are, but what you do now is all that matters. Well, that is a shitty saying. People who say that do not understand that the past causes a chain reaction for better or for worst. They never needed to know why we became the person we are today. Let us play pretend. Let us think that we know each other even though we had never spoken a word.
These are our stories; these are our sexualities; these are our lives. Not yours. We're not lost. We're just looking for something and haven't found it yet. Yeah, we can be pretty fucked up, but that's what life can do. We're just kids; why did we have to grow up so fast? We have tried or haven't tried, but it's all the same.
It's all temporary. Life is temporary. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Not all who wander are lost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien
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