Feb 18, 2006 15:51
I miss the days of being stuffed into the backseats of cars.
Sitting next to people you loved and would give your right arm for just because they were so fun to be around, but you'd never admit to feeling that way.
The days of causing mischief.
And never quite knowing where you were going
Or if you were going to get there
But liking it that way.
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Nice memories though.
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Now it's work, be successful, self improvement...
I hate it.
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