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i la la la looove veronicaaureus.
&& i hate sandy nonna<3
dont cry because its over, SMILE because it happened.
BE KIND OR THE EAGLE WILL ATTTTTACK YOU! D:

"who i used to be"

i can hide my feelings, no problem.
Then again thats in the list of options i dont want to do..
It doesnt take a lot for me to cry, but this just isnt me. I started to cry but not for 1O minutes, nor fifteen minutes, or 2O. How about longer then an hour each night?
This started on Monday & i have a feeling it's going to go past June,
until i forget until... im forgotten.
I dont want to forget them, they changed me, I got stronger..
It's hard to think im going to be forgotten from the ones who gave me hope, and love, they created who i am now.
Because, you see once they take off to highschool
their new expierence's and adventures will begin
& their new memories which will kick out the old ones.
I'm going to be left behind, all alone, in the dust basically.. I have to let them go,
I'm sure ill forget during summertime but when school starts back up again,
Ill remember them, the memorys, their faces.
I mean, you cant hide what you know will happen. It's pointless.
6 more months I have, 6 more moths until they leave, 8 more months till im forgotten,
and it will be never until i forget my memorys with them.
Next year there will be the "clicks", like every year.
The joks, the bullies, the popular, the loners, the beaten..
Try the one who got left behind, who LIVED to meet them, the one who never moved on.
Everytime i walk in the halls next year, Ill remember how everyday I used to see them,
and be happy once more.
They make my day. It's all up to myself next year, and im scared..
Ill tell you one thing "those people" are the best thing that ever happend to me.
'I wont forget any of it; the laughs, play fighting, when they made my day, guy talks, taylor lautner talks, epic hugs, going out for lunch, haning out on weekends or P.A days, talking on the phone, learning new things, the dances, recess's, our shit talking, and the friendship(s) i had, which taught me who my real friends were in the end. I'll miss you, and everything; I promise you.
But mostly the person I could say "i used to be" when i was with them.

Monday, January 11, 2010 - 1:55 PM