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Monday, December 29, 2008
hey.
It has been a while since I last blogged.
School is starting soooooon!!!
I have mixed feelings.
Partially excited, but also a little reluctant.
When I go back to school, I will be from 309'09 instead of my familiar 201'08.
Sigh.
Even though we promised one another never to forget each other, but deep down I know this is impossible.
As time progresses, we'll eventually lose touch.
Thinking of this makes me sad.
But I think it is a phase of life we all have to go through.
Next year, I'll be a senior.
Next year, I'll make new friends.
Next year, I must let go of 2008.
The things, the people, the memories.
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