Self.

==><== [[Dear]](css:"color:#f5f5f5;")[ my future self I do not know when, if ever you will read this. But answer me one question: Do the things that matter then still matter as much in your now?]

==><== (text-style:"smear")(text-style:"smear")[words i’d like to have a chance to catch the things that i’ve said before but who is it can revoke a promise that you share when you are gone, who do you have? living the life that is, the reason lies in yourself how much is it that i make, is made by me? there is too much to question in life where are the answers; share with me, the deepest thoughts, what you want to fulfil. give me a [[point]], a wayward sign i want to be [[good]]. I think that is why I religiously reflect on myself because i love seeing in 20/20 hindsight there is no room for regret in life only to [[love]] the moment that you’ve made for yourself there is no room for regret in life because the [[[wonder]]s that plague our dreams eventually turn into memories look at me look at us (text-style:"fade-in-out")[[[blank]]]]

her smile is radiant when they lock eyes. he is a tower of lanky limbs and awkwardness. trying so hard to overtake a world together. ==><== Together ==> Such reliance now that there is someone else Goodbye to loneliness! The days would be worthwhile There would be someone that made me happy because it is their job Hey you’re practically married Knew each other forever already Meant to be Maybe even a half of the universe ==><== Just a //bit// of an exaggeration that is. <== she had said [[yes,]] and he was happy that he hadn’t needed to wait. she was happy happy that this was a moment happy to experience happy to dive headfirst.

==><== I think that being honest with yourself is the hardest thing imaginable. Because what does it mean for someone to be honest? ==> Well… It calls for a truth. That’s obvious. It is there whether acknowledged or ignored. It is not always the happiest decision you have to make. And maybe, it hurts a lot then… But It is worth it to know that you were right. You knew yourself. And that is something nobody can change.

yes was a response that fell easily out of her lips. he could see it now, even before the need to call. with a shared glance. a hesitant shrug. ==> “its a date then?” <== “yes” ==> “are you free later?” <== “yes !” ==> “do you want to catch that movie?” <== “yes!” ==> “Can I?” <== “[[yea]]”

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==><== (text-style:"smear")[//wonder//] [[Dreams]] are made of the belief that you have for yourself. It is an aspiration. A hazy [[image]] in the middle of a fog. It becomes a physical, tangible

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==><== Right now, is the start. I think that what a lot of people believe the start is, is the birth of someone. It seems that ever since I stepped into high school, I have so much unfinished business that it isn’t [[funny]]. How do you finish something that is [[continuous]]?

==><== The [[school]] doors were supposed to be intimdating. Everything about high school that I had imagined. The lockers, the ringing bells, the cliches all seemingly part of far fetched imagination. Then again, what I had planned for high school was only what I knew from the movies. Maybe I should have been more perpared, did more research... No, there was no time to reminisce, or think of the should have's and could have's. Right now, in that moment, the cool breeze of an early September morning tinkled my soft baby filled cheeks. The breeze travelled through the small park next to my school, picking a few special leaves to accompany it across the city. I was nervous, anxious, dulled by dissapointment because of a future I could not see. But for now, I was going to go in. I was going to [[try]].

she would have held his hand. maybe the ignorance that she had at the beginning of the year would have been the same. but in all [[honesty]], would she have been happy?

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