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I'm not going to search for some profound meaning in that... I think I've got it. And I totally agree. I really like the quiet day before the dreaded usual weekend hangover I get the following monday, and the fact that I'm delaying that makes me very happy. And then? Vacation! An entire beautiful week of vacation. How amazingly happy making. Sure, 80% of the time I'll be playing guitar and piano because everyone else will leave probably. But maybe, just maybe, It'll be warm enough to take someone on one of my old walks where I just think. I believe I need to do it with other people in order to take in the full beauty of it. They really are quite gorgeous as is though... Thinking about some stuff that happened recently, I kind of hated that. Knowing that he was there I think caused me to have a little less fun... Sure, we used to be friends, but I don't want to really talk to him now. And I know next year he'll find was too. And I don't want him too. Like, at all. That's one main reason why I want to get closer to the friends I have now. Give him and others a hunt maybe? I don't know, I find the whole thing kinda pathetic. "Idk, it's as if you're so much happier talking to them on the phone, happier when you come home, you have a reason to wake up now." -R.D.G. I love how I've gotten a couple people to use "dearest" in casual conversation. It amuses me (: |
