This all started two days ago:
I smell like January. How do you tell someone that without them knowing it's not your attempt to be poetic? And yet I stood there in the shower. Was it the conditioner? Yes, the conditioner that made my thoughts rush back to that month and that period in my life. Did it smell like comfort?
Back when things almost seemed on track. Thinking about it all, it's almost a regret. No, I don't regret.
I haven't spoken this to anyone. Will it make me seem oddly interested in something that is gone? It might make me obsessed with a time that someone may be trying to forget. Ignoring this, is that a form of moving on?
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So I've decided that you are intellectually above me...or at least artistically speaking. You're writing always reminds me of free form poetry. All I ever say is blah blah school is lame blah blah I went to the beach. I stopped writing my thought provoking posts a long time ago. I've lost things to say...or maybe just time. Hmmm.
And perhaps ignoring things is moving on...or perhaps it's denial (?), procrastination (?) dunno.
Oh and I'm hoping more pictures will return...and yes I don't see how it's possible that you are going out with one of my best friends and I've seen you...what twice? I feel like we were friends sorta in eighth grade...but I don't really know how that happened if you know what I mean. Did we have classes together?
Sorry this is way too long. I'm gonna go now.
:)
I don't know what else to say..."I smell like January" is probably the most vague phrase but it's my favorite. It's oddly personal and comprehensive. I completely undersand.
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