I think one of my best friends will be leaving me soon- off to another part of the country...I'm starting to lose the battle against the meloncholy that I have been forcing myself to ignore. I knew this feeling would come and that it would be hard. Because it is. Even sitting in my cubicle, I get lost in the moments of sadness. And all the good times will become good memories. Just memories. Because I won't have him around to create those moments with me anymore. Well, the word "might" is still there...but, I don't know... I'd rather just face the music, you know. |
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