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Why am I so frightened? I've forgotten...
I really have no clue what I'm typing right now, I just felt the need to type. Maybe I should start working on my story....
I think it's sad how friends are separated. When you're younger you never really think about it; you believe that you'll stay together forever, no matter what. You start making plans about how you're going to go to the same college, live right next to each other in a neighborhood, how you'll all be living in the same old people's house, sitting in rocking chairs and talking about all those funny things that you did in elementary school and junior high.... But in reality, it almost never happens like that. You get separated for whatever reason, and even then you make plans for meeting back up with them in the future... but it never happens. What would it feel like, being the only one to gather at that old high school for that "reunion" that you and your friends planned over ten years ago? The only one who stayed behind, hoping for whatever reason that your friends would come back like they said they would? Wondering forever if they still remembered you, or if they, like so many other people, had moved on...
Will I remember them? Ten... twenty... thirty years from now. Even looking back now, I can hardly remember half of the stuff I did in ninth grade. Small details continue to slip away, day by day, and there's nothing I can do about it. Eventually, will there be anything left? A few scanty memories of times when we laughed and times when we cried, with nothing in-between. The people and things that made me who I am will slowly be forgotten, and I'll end up losing myself with those memories. Change is impossible to halt, but if we could remember even a little more of those feelings, those memories we shared, then maybe we could keep a small part of our old self inside...
Random thoughts.
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