Have you ever gotten the feeling where you'd think people would remember you because of the impact you made in their lives?
Think again sir. They'll remember you alright, but there would be only slight thoughts and reminiscence of you. There are so many people I've promised myself never to forget, but as new people and new things come into my life every day, that promise has become very hard to keep.. I don't even know who've I've forgotten already, well, basically, if I did know, I wouldn't have forgotten them anymore.
I have no doubt I've been forgotten too.. By whom, I don't know.
There's only one person I still think about at least once a day, without reason or initiative. I guess she really made an impact on my life. So great my life seems different without her. =)
This isn't an emo-type journal. I promise. =) Its just a journal I poured my thoughts out into.
But you know what would be even worse? Being replaced by someone else. That will hurt. Alot. Or it, has? =)
Its a cold, rainy morning. I write these words in the IB common room with voices sounding far away. The time for Registration has come. I'll take up my quill again later, sirs.
Till then,
End of Journal 17-09.
End of current Journal
The Padfutonian
Tyler Schoarnnoth Padfoot
The 18th of February, 1992 A.D.
'Once upon a wintery midnight...'
Fort ISB, Elite Guard of the International Baccalureate