nostalgia at its worst
September 26, 2009
Lately, I have been wondering which of the people in my life will still be around or important to me in five years. I think back to high school and how some of the friends I had or the girls I dated don't mean anything to me. I find myself unable to remember experiences we shared, yet I know they were good ones. Does that make me a bad person? People I spent years with have now become just faces in yearbooks.
A friend of mine once told me that she was afraid she would miss someone important that she was supposed to meet. And I guess I'm scared that she might be right. What if that's the way the world worked? And you had to try and gauge the value of a friend as soon as you met them. What a cruel world we live in.
brendan
(as a vessel for)
Since Forever



















































