Life is a broken record. I keep thinking of things from my past, and that's all life is, isn't it?
Every day is the same. It can have a fair share of new experiences and nice nostalgia, but in the end it's ALL THE SAME. Being alone doesn't help.
I had to choose between a trip with chorus or a trip with seniors. I felt a little left out the whole trip, but if I'd gone on the senior trip, I'd have to be reminded of bad memories and would have to ignore horrible people the entire time.
I want someone to share life with. I want someone with me. I don't want to be alone.
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- If you can't handle cold truths and blunt facts, step away. I use this blog to speak my mind, and will put down every gruesome detail in order to do it. You've been warned.
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