i'm too old for my own good. i'm trappped in some grown up world in some grown up body and i don't understand anything around me. i don't fear, or worry about the future but more than anything i miss the past. i don't know how to act any other way than how i feel. and i feel like a fifteen year old. in actuallity i'm twenty one and moving out
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Gee, we were friends when we were 15.
that seems so forever ago.
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