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Honestly, I don't know why but I completely have forgotten that High School ever existed.




Or my friends in HS even existed although I do miss 'em sometimes.




Is it because of how different they are now?



I'm invited to the debut of my used-to-be barkada this coming Monday and I'm not even sure if I want to go. I love the effort of inviting me, though, but... as much as I want to see how much everybody has grown in the span of a year--I don't think I want to even fit in.



I remember the bullies of which I try to fight of every single day with my own fucked up banters.



I remember the plastics who talk behind my back because "Ooh, my crush has a crush on her! I have to, like, totally tell everybody how much of a slut she really is!"



I remember the pussies who I try to defend, but in the end, I'm the one who gets the bad end of the bargain.



And I remember the friends who I treated as my other half... but where are they now?




I once knew of this friend,
Who I treated as such--
and more.


I knew her from head to toe,
Waiting for her to grow--
as someone as such.


I knew her more than herself.


I knew her... until the person
I've known along... faded away.



How can you say that High School will be just a bitter, faded memory?



I can say, in my place, that it has ended as such. Just a bitter. Faded. Memory.



Well. Back to the present.



Today. I got a tempo tat. It's [a] Japanese character of which Bee knows, but I don't--since he's the one who suggested it. Haha.



Vya's wallet got lost in the morning (all her money: gone), went to McDo for brunch (damn, I was so full), back to Uni to look for Vya's wallet (it was tiring), and afterwards, went to Ralph's pad to chill and do the tat-making.



I was so freaking sleepy while we stayed there. But I couldn't sleep... and I don't know why.



But anyways, I feel sleepy now and it's only 9 PM... I think I should jet to bed in a while.



*yawns*

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