it's strange but i feel like my brain works ten times more analytically now, and i think it's because of English 1010. i mean, analyzing all that literature and poetry... and the way mrs. harris just forced it out of us. (mostly because out of the ten of us, someone had to say something or else she'd go from awesome hippie teacher to scary dragon woman.)
i've been re-reading one of my old ultra long stories every night the past couple nights around this time.. and i've arrived at the idea that i always come back to these stories because it brings me straight back to that wonderful time in my life. well.. as if the previous 8th grade memories blog wasn't a clue. but still. it's a glorious escape. and reviewing my 13-year-old writing style is a bit amusing as well. i still think i was talented. i don't think i was ever as talented as i was at 15 though. i pumped out SO much awesome shit my sophomore year, but unfortunately none of my peers would hardly understand it. i guess it's just a good thing to have for when i need inspiration in myself.
i don't really know where i'm going with this, because again, it's 3:06 in the morning.. i'm also very confused relationship wise and i'm trying to do the right things.
i think i'm realizing something right now. which would be worse - getting hurt like that again, or just losing him completely?
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