I entered the dream standing in between the lanes of traffic with him. We were talking with one another comfortably when I heard an ungodly collision and went to see what was causing all the destruction. All the clocks were falling from the clock towers and crushing the old buildings on campus. He, in the meantime, had walked into one of the old buildings to help others. I watched from outside as a giant gear, still spinning, tore into the building he was in and killed him.


This was, of course, the night before I left for my transfer college. I woke up afraid and crying a little, at first, but then realized what my subconscious was trying to tell me:

My love, for both the college and for him, would be crushed by time. Maybe not immediately, and maybe not painlessly, but someday I'll be more removed from it, like it's only a distant memory.

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I was having a pretty normal summer, when all the sudden it wrapped its arms around me, picked me up, and carried me away with it.

The summer was absolutely filled with free slushies, new people, both unexpected and expected lip locks, and a ridiculous amount of bathing suit tops.

I loved every second.


Today, I'm leaving for college. You know when I started this blog? My first year of high school. I'm already in my second year of college.

It just feels like I haven't lived that long.

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If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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First of all, there was this sobbing kid, where I work, today. My coworker is very mothering-oriented, so she of course heard him and walked in, ready to help. She, like anyone else in that situation would, asked him what was wrong. The little guy looked her straight in the eye, sobered up, and took in a heavy breath. He then cried one word:

"TUUURRRTTLLLEEES."

This was obviously too much grief for the kid. He started sobbing all over again. She was able to calm him down with some of those rubber bands that are in special shapes, but I could tell he'd hit an emotional wall and was past our help, for the time being.


I have a hard time believing that I've resigned from this job and only have three workdays left.

I need to respond to a few e-mails. I just don't want to, yet. Have to be in the mood to write long paragraphs that somehow still feel like they amount to nothing.


[EDIT]

I just learned how to make sushi. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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