I always lament the passing of time. I know it's cliched. But I cannot help but always feel this way. As time flies, the past becomes a blur of memories. Memories.
I am only 20. Why do I feel so old? It's like "been there done that" is nothing but overrated.
I want so many things. I need so many things. Or do I?
How much do I really need?
Anger, jealousy and hurt. These have been the main emotions I've felt the past couple of months. Of course, there has been joy, happiness, feelings of wild abandonment. I am me, as I have always been so. Ain't it typical, ain't it dramatic. If it ain't me, it ain't exciting.
I believe things always happen for a reason. And I wonder what these reasons are, for everything that has happened so far.
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