I don’t know. It’s like, there’s this person that you want to be for other people. To make them proud of you. And then there’s you. And sometimes it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
people say you can’t live for the past. well you can, you live for the people you lost in your past.
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i was thinking about the finality of it all - how someone can leave your world in the blink of an eye and be gone forever. it’s too enormous to think about. it’s too hard. and then you’re just supposed to go on like you’re supposed to deal with it, but you’re only supposed to be sad for as long as the flowers last and then you’re supposed to go back to telling jokes and reminiscing about the old...