WARNING: JUST A BUNCH OF THOUGHTS CRAMPED INTO ONE POST
There's something sad, yet whimsical about disappearing. I know everyone's forgotten about me, but, again, since no one reads these I'm gonna say what I want. This is probably just me living inside my fantasy world, but reality sucks. It's crazy how I can just 'poof' out of people's lives, and things go back to normal. It makes me sad, but, it's kind of.. like a power. I can just disappear and I can be a new person somewhere else.
God, I'm weird *and* crazy.
I have lost my best friends. But, that's okay. I made new ones. People grow apart, and life goes on.
I miss my old home; more than I'm willing to admit. I miss the rain, the cold, and the green.
I tend to be bitter towards my old, ex-friends. But, I don't need them, and they don't need me. If we were unable to stay connected with each other, then it's simply not meant to be.
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