GoobersSmooches

worse than teenage poetry
2005-06-08 05:53:49 (UTC)

Gaps

I write in this so rarely.
So much has happened in my life since I started writing in this.
And so much is still going to happen.
And I'll get through everything that comes at me, because I
know myself.

But this isn't the point of this entry.
It is to look at the past, and pretty much try to apply that
to the present.

Just now, I was looking at someone's Melo. And I remembered
whose Melo I used to check last year. So I went back there.
There was nothing I hadn't read before, but I read it all again.
It honestly seems so long ago. He was someone that I thought
I knew, but of course I never did. Yes, I was hurt then, but
it was because I was a bit naive about all of it.
But reading all of it now, it's just like reading a
strangers site. And, I can't remember what it was that I
wanted from him. The attention I recieved from him was new
to me then.

Now, if someone like him approached me. I would want nothing
to do with them. Just joke with them, laugh.
Maybe I'm jaded.
Maybe I grew up.
Probably the latter.

But this change should be applied to the present.
It's not going to matter to me in a year.
Yes, the situation really is completely different.
Completely.
But the past is something I need to consider.


When I look back to last year, I feel like a completely
different person.
And I'm not claming to know anything now.
But really, the change is incredible.




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