some times there is too much reality.
ya know?
when all you want is some smiles and laughs.
just some good times with old friends.
people that make you think you're 15 again.
but reality gets in the way.
i just want to remember the reasons why i like/liked certain people, the personalities and characteristics.
i don't want to realize that those reasons are 6 years old. and people change. and sometimes its good and sometimes its bad.
and i don't want this journal entry to sound sad, but some how it does. but it should not be.
i am hate pictures.
ya know?
when all you want is some smiles and laughs.
just some good times with old friends.
people that make you think you're 15 again.
but reality gets in the way.
i just want to remember the reasons why i like/liked certain people, the personalities and characteristics.
i don't want to realize that those reasons are 6 years old. and people change. and sometimes its good and sometimes its bad.
and i don't want this journal entry to sound sad, but some how it does. but it should not be.
i am hate pictures.
maldoror:
wow, that is the story of my life. i'm horrible at getting over lost/misplaced/neglected, etc friendships. i'm going through one of those times right now, thinking of people back in high school who were so near & dear to me, but whom i've lost touch with... it's pretty damn depressing, esp. now that i'm totally alone (except for my g/f). i still have some of their numbers, but i'd feel like such a loser calling & saying, 'hey? remember me? want to do anything?'... oh well c'est la vie...
maldoror:
ps. i am love pictures, esp. of cute ladies like yourself 