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Another reminiscing Xanga post

2011/01/02

I’m trying so hard to remember.

I just feel like I had a lot of good memories here.  Good memories are sad memories when I have to remember them alone.  I wish I didn’t have to.

The people I’ve been friends with are like a tide, coming and going, but never the same again.  Is it good that I can make new friends easily, or is it bad that I don’t try hard enough to hang on to the old ones?  Or maybe I’m being clingy and no one wants me to stick around because it’s unnatural.

Time passed, passes, will pass again.  I don’t hate it but I resent it.  I resent how I feel like a loser because I’m not chilling out and letting the flow go where it will.

Short lifespans can be really nice.  Less time spent wastefully, less changes to see, less regrets to make, all that wonderful crap.

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