Lately, i've realized the extent to which i was taking things for granted. Growing up in a nice community, good highschool, going to a good college, working at a good internship company. In a community of great friends both young and old, a good chruch, a great family...
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Today is my second to last day at my internship; for some reason, i feel in retrospect that i've really grown attached to this place- the warehouse, the lab, the football field, the sub par Cafeteria, the random events here, searching for food, working under pressure...I complain...oh yes i do, but strange as it may seem..im going to miss it alot..me thinks it might have something to do with the fact that it's my 4th returning summer.
Walking through the halls, the lab, the cubicle farm...my mentality has changed. It's not..ugh..i have to be here for another 4 hours...it's "i cant believe im not going to see this place again"; I believe this is what they deem, "nostalgia"
security blanket #1 has now just been removed
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I can't believe im going to be a senior in college...i certainly dont feel like a senior, yet i do at the same time. i have a destination, but my means look so bleak..when i get thru this, it'll be a testimony and a half.
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DDJPT...has been DDPT for awhile..more due to the lack of interest because of distance we havent seen J in so long...and yes T has had a history of moving...but it's like family history now. Finally, we all thought he was settled for good..and he's off to location 9? 10? i've gotta say this is a hard hitter for sure- part of the picture that i paint when i describe home is DDJPT. hanging out, paintballing, sleepovers, camping, campfires, beach, balling, videogames, youtube, YG, eating, chruch...losing yet another leg...it's just down to three. I've been wanting to avoid reflecting on this for awhile, becuase..i dont really want to face the reailty at times. College has always been rather interesting; it's almost like living the two lives of jekyl and hyde, but on a very much dulled psychadelic experience.in actuality, i think all i'll write about now is this...more will come later...when it becomes necessary to pour out stated feelings of rawrness at losing a brother
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moving to apts...is rather segregating; from everyone that i've asked, you have to make an effort, unlike the dorm experience, to see ppl and stuff- not only am i anticipating p.chem and the pressures of figuring out what i need to do in life, i hate saying goodbye and never seeing ppl again...
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it's hard...to see your hs friends...in the sense where you dont see them..more than once or twice a year
i've always hoped to prove wrong that Right hand rule of friends, but as much as I've tried, and my forgetful and single tracked mind has been unable to do this, the more saddened I am by this fact...
And when the swirl of convoluted emotions fade away
I'm left with this bittersweet taste that weighs
quite heavily on the taste buds of my heart
a taste to be savored and spat out
problem is i just cant decide just when...to spit it out
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