Last night dreamt of my childhood friend Tim. I remember telling him about the time his grandmother stole my clothes at a church youth rally, his brother Keith was working on some bike and I was offering advice to him on how to fix things. I was holding tims hands and his skin was so rough so I got some lotion and massaged it into them as we sat on
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Re-reading my journal has shown me how much I have changed, how everything has changed. I miss my dear friends from that time. I still keep in touch with some... So many memories. Some great ... Some tragic and sad... But.....I'm glad it all happened. I'm glad because of the end result....who I am now...and I'm happy with that^_^
time time time, i have so little of it, these days, i have good intentions but never able to follow through...work, school, work....rinse and repeat
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