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Nov. 22nd, 2004 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehStill having a barely-there kind of life.
Went through old yearbooks a little this afternoon, comparing pictures, reading comments. Some people who probably don't even remember me; some people I barely remember. Mr. Grunden's message in my sophomore yearbook included "hope to see you in AP Chem." I laughed a little at that.
Yearbooks have so much regret in them. Things have changed so much since sophomore year, and I'm not sure if I'm happy about that or not. The magic seems to be gone. Which is not to say that I don't have good friends; it's just that we've all gotten too old for tree forts and walks by well-hidden lakes, and mystery skeletons hidden in the dirt. I miss it, I don't miss it. This is what growing up means, I guess.
I almost wish I could have two or three of those years back, to do over, and do better.
Went through old yearbooks a little this afternoon, comparing pictures, reading comments. Some people who probably don't even remember me; some people I barely remember. Mr. Grunden's message in my sophomore yearbook included "hope to see you in AP Chem." I laughed a little at that.
Yearbooks have so much regret in them. Things have changed so much since sophomore year, and I'm not sure if I'm happy about that or not. The magic seems to be gone. Which is not to say that I don't have good friends; it's just that we've all gotten too old for tree forts and walks by well-hidden lakes, and mystery skeletons hidden in the dirt. I miss it, I don't miss it. This is what growing up means, I guess.
I almost wish I could have two or three of those years back, to do over, and do better.
