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And it never ceases to amaze me:
The people that want to hang out that I didn’t think would.
The people that don’t want to hang out I assumed would.
And the people that pop out of effing nowhere, and want to be friends for a week.
Iss great.
….eleven days.
And this will by no means be the end of it.
It never ceases to fascinate me how numb and distant it can still feel, when really the people I’ve surrounded myself with already treat me differently. And, well, in some ways I treat them differently too. The fact of the matter is, there is no time left. I’m going to wake up a month from now in a different bed, and it will hit me that this was it, and whatever happens in the next two weeks will be how I remember my friends.
But how long, before I’m just a memory?
Before you can’t remember me?
Well, twelve more days, and then we find out.
I’m hoping for the best.
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Lover, lover tell me this
Passion over consequence?
And when did the latter take the lead?
Just swing.
-TBS
if you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, or riding in,
my beautiful ‘94 chevy pickup Fernando..
i must tell you now, he has passed on.
tomorrow is the last day he will be here with us, but don’t you worry.
i will have a series of photographs documenting my last, sad day with him.
i also regret to inform you, that no one other than me and my brother will have the pleasure of saying a few last words to him, as my mom is trading him in bright and early.
on another sad note, beautiful Fernando in being replaced by my mom’s ratty old Ford Taurus. Her name is Gissepie. It is sad to know that we will never share the same closeness as i shared with Fernando.
But she has good brakes, and a pleasant disposition.
She’s also got a fine body.
I am soooo sad :(
And it’s feeling more and more like I’ve rediscovered myself. That there are things I’ve tried to accept, things I’ve ignored, and things I’ve become that I will not accept, cannot ignore, and will not be anymore. And with only this much time left, I’m more worried about turning right back into that person that breaks promises to myself. It’s becoming more and more important to hold onto what I’ve rediscovered.
The truth is:
I honestly wonder if you have ever drawn a line on anything, and if you hurt her I will break your nose.
I wasn’t ready then, and I’m not ready now.
I’ve been more excited then scared, and I that hasn’t changed a whole lot.
I regret allowing good friends and people slip onto the backburner when you absolutely never did.
You will never really get how much you changed my life.
Finally, there is a person I see myself as someday. And I’m making the connection between the people I surround myself with and where I fall short. And I have become less inclined to allow myself to accept it.