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[21 Jun 2003|11:43pm] |
i'd like to think that the last time i felt like this was at the end of high school. i was telling someone the other night that i only remember three things from my graduation: the long hot wait, sitting on the floor of a practice gym in our caps and gowns arranged like we'd be out in the arena, waiting to march; my guidance counselor reading our names; and being out in the parking lot afterword, looking for my sophomore girlfriend, who'd been an usher, and not being able to find her and going home alone.
i'd like to think that this right now feels like being in that parking lot. i feel alone, my friends are going away, i feel like i've missed saying goodbye to some of them, and i'm just stuck here by myself.
this fucking place i work, this fucking place i graduated from... it keeps tearing me to shreds.
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