Dear lonely world, have you ever been sitting at your desk and you swear you hear your phone vibrate? In that moment you know you are loved...you can't wait to read that text. And then you look, and the screen is lacking any sign of a message.
This is what life has come to.
I always think something's about to happen/has happened/is happening...only to find my screen blank when I take a closer look.
Guess what, Cancer, sometimes your intuition is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Nevertheless, we stay hopeful, folks.
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Dear someone I once knew, I hope in every way life turns out for you as you wish for it to, and that you work to earn that. Whether or not we know each other anymore, you're still off leading some more or less equally important life from mine.
Vengeance is a silly thing to have.
So sit back, relax, relapse.
May you take the talents you have and the wishes you bear and may the two worlds collide.
I can only hope you'd hope the same for me, but the truth is, to everyone I once knew and no longer do, I know the truth, and that's that you've probably forgotten all about little old me.
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Dear little young me, we're different people, do you realize that? There I was, something like 7140 days old at my grandmother's, looking at frames of a familiar face. More like 2800 days.
And I remember you, but the reason I address you as you and not just me is because we have been through different things. I've been through the same things as you (although I do not remember them all), plus some. Just like Adam and Eve, sometimes I wonder if it's better to be blissfully happy in life than aware of the knowledge of the world.
Biting onto that processed fruit took the sparkle out of your eye, man. You replace it with a pill in the future, you know. You were so much more creative, and so much less apathetic. You didn't even care what the world thought of you. Maybe you were a bit of a brat sometimes, but if that's your worst fault in today's society, you've got it good.
Karen means "pure" and you were. I wish I could say the same for me.
But we're different people. So in whatever dimension you still exist, keep making things and telling stories and singing at the top of your lungs and talking to boys, alright? You never would have had to be reassured.
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Dear future me, you'd best get your act together so we are different people, you hear? Be assured, you're better than alright. Do something with yourself. Always be doing something, even if that's constantly force feeding the internet with your word vomit like now. Quit refreshing pages and make some. Make anything. There is nothing more beautiful than even the smallest creation. Grab some energy for goodness sakes, with a side of passion.
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I remember reading The Sound and The Fury and hating it. But it had a sweet style, man, stream of consciousness. It's kind of like this, 'cept usually a bit messier, though I really am writing it in the same style. It's hard to capture every single thought. Aside from the fact I don't think my mind is filled with thoughts constantly like everyone else's.
Anyways. Stream of consciousness. Like the constant flow of thought. Life. Like the constant flow of a person's journey. But these people I know and once knew and will know around me...they're living proof that I'm this constant flow of a person's journey. Yet I don't feel as if I have this constant flow of thought, this never-ending stream of consciousness, that makes me feel like I'm one continuous life. Maybe it's due to dreams and poor memory and a lack of doing something important to remember each day and action by. But I certainly don't feel as if I'm the same person I was as a child, or maybe even yesterday. I don't remember what I was thinking this time yesterday at least, and I'm not sure what it'll be tomorrow.
Except for maybe...damn. Even after my friend's left my room, I still didn't buckle down and do homework. But I feel better than refreshing a page when I'm doing this, so I guess that's all that matters.
The sand in my hourglass froze up.
I stopped time for a bit there.
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