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x srya

▪ lomo cam
▪ polaroid camera
▪ long necklaces
▪ walk around Europe
▪ short hair
▪ backpacking!
▪ write a book
▪ a more random roadtrips!
▪ compose a song
▪ travel locally
▪ travel internationally
▪ be in two places at once
▪ play the guitar
▪ go to africa
▪ make it to california :)



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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Wednesday, November 3
regrets

lately i've noticed everyone needs someone to talk to and someone to listen to them. but to expect people to understand you, you have to learn to understand people. talking it out is always a good form of communication. how else would peace be declared?

dear you,

i know things haven't exactly been okay between us but i wanted you to know that im done being angry. im done thinking about the bitter things that happened between us and i dont wanna hate you. because at the end of the day, ill always end up remembering the good times we've shared, the times you've been there, the times you haven't, our rants and vents about relationships and friendships, our few sleepovers and even our sarcastic remarks on certain things. eventhough i haven't known you very long, you were one of my first friends in college. i thank you for welcoming me, for being in my life. i know i haven't been around much last semester. but please understand my intentions were not to hurt you. deep down you knew how hectic everything was in that sem for me. maybe it was my fault for spending the free time i had with other people and not you. you felt used that i only called you when i had no one else to hang out with? i called you cos i haven't seen you in a while and i genuinely wanted to spend time with you. you took it the wrong way though. you left and you didn't even talk to me about it. walking out like that wasn't the best option but i guess you just didn't want to confront the drama. i know you'll hate me no matter what i say cos i know how you are. the anger will always be there. you know you can forget but you cant forgive. we talked about it before. i dont think there's much to say anymore. i finally realized that no matter how much i miss us hanging out, im just hanging on to a clutter of ashes. so i hope the best for you. ill always be around if you need anything but im done being hurt, angry and disappointed. if you think you're the only person affected by this, think again. good luck in whatever you want.

love,
S

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