i wrote this when i was 15

"the world as we know it is coming to an end. it was most to be expected. but nothing ever comes when we want it to. nothing ever ends at it's rightful time. it only seems right that it is all gonna come to a close when it is least to be wanted. nothing is ever what it seems and nothing could ever end what one feels for a person. it only seems right that we ignore what we feel and pretend that it all never happened. i'm sorry to say that all that i feel towards everyone i met in the past has yet to have been forgotten. as much as i wish it, it will never be forgotten. why do we all tell these lies to ourselves when we already know that it will hit us in the future. it is weird how after a loved one dies, you only cry for a maximum of two years. when deep down, the pain dwell within in you locked away because of your denial. things are never as they should be.

a person in their lifetime only loves someone truly and dearly once. the other loves that befall upon them are false aquisitions of what they think is the love they are looking for. on some rare occasions, people have fallen in love twice. those who are not as blessed linger in the shadows wondering what went wrong.

some memories are never to be forgotten. no matter how hard you try to erase them, they never go away. some of the stuff just hurts so much that you would die to get rid of them.

and so concludes this entry..."