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Ziggy Cyanide - 2003-09-24 15:11:04
What a perfect first entry for me to see. I feel this way all the time. I write pages and pages of it. Useless nostalgia. The entire year after I graduated was spent in mourning the things I could never do again: bring a tape recorder to school, steal cheezy-pretzels from the cafeteria, throw drink cartons into the ceiling, cut class to do drugs, cut class because of panic attacks, wear big raver pants, hang out in the darkroom or vis-comm room all day... so much more, i could keep going. that whole era of my life is trapped inside that building. i can never go back. i can never go back to that *attitude*...immortality, wild abandon, getting drunk and making out with a boy because i'm so insecure that i think that's the only way to get a boyfriend. no. i'm mature now. i'm an adult. i'm a college girl. i keep wondering, is this where you lose the magic? is this where things stop being fun? where life is something that you must "survive" or "get by"...no more fun time? no more nights speeding down the road blasting punk rawk with the wind in your face? no more road trips? that can't be true. i can still be magical. life is always magical. and on that note...i'm going to get a sandwich.
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