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| painttheskywithstars (profile) wrote, on 4-3-2003 at 1:49am | |
| Current mood: pessimistic and insomniac-ish Music: The Postal Service- "Nothing Better"/ Solo track by Matt Skiba- "Good Fucking Bye"/ Lamb Subject: This is how it is... not how I want it. |
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| I remember when sitting on my driveway with a bowl of ice-cream and an eye-full of stars was the greatest moment of my day. Rolling a bouncy ball back and forth with my sister across the hall when we'd get sent to our rooms for fighting. Driving to school with my cool senior brother in his red pick-up with Tupac’s, “California Love” blaring in my ears. Or sometimes it would be Tim McGraw, “I had a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt...” I was always one of the few late freshmen but I liked the attention. I miss those good ol’ days. When it’s cold I always miss my hometown. Because there you can smell a fire and see the frost on the blades of grass in the backyard field. Lately I've been thinking of everything in my life. All the memories I can remember. Being an innocent kid. So sad to make so many memories when most of them will be forgotten. Fall off the edge of your mind. Like building a big, beautiful house... then putting a match to it’s door. I’ve been writing a lot more in my other journal. Trying desperately to chart every second I breathe in. I’m going to miss being this young. And I'll probably regret a thousand things. I want to stay like this forever. I don't want to lose all I have just because my familiar box of a world with tinted windows is coming to an end. For what? Taxes and homesick calls? People who don’t understand you and yearning for the past? I never want to get used to this. | |
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| Anonymous | 04-04-03 3:11pm "i never want to be talked about in past tense"--Squall
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