Like those who have undergone some so great strife or incident or even change, when asked what happened, he or she will preferably not disclose what has happened- those are only confided to a selected few- whom, in one way or another, grief or burdened with knowledge of knowledge, or the knowledge of truth, will turn to the face of the window and cry out; why me? Glad as they are, being endowed with this knowledge, they also dread the bearing of it.
“And were you happier then? Happier than you are now, for instance?”
“Often happy, and often unhappy. I was someone else then”
“How someone else? What do you mean by that statement?”
“I mean, that I was not myself as I am now, as I had to become”
“Not as you are now, not as you had to become”
Understand?
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You can 'whatever' me if you wish, cuz Imma make conclusions again (as much as I'd like to believe that I never do such things, I actually do. It's the only way one can predict things really).It's true what you wrote but it's also true that it'd been much worse if these 'few' don't know. Well at least I feel that way. It hurt so much more not knowing. Um, ew. Still, when ur 15, the world is tiny. Just about everything boils over the edge.What I'm saying is. I'm sorry I'm such a prick then. Egh, I disgust myself. All those things I said. I didn't mean them.On a lighter note, Birdy's quite somtheng huh.
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was i talking about you? i was not.
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sure you weren't. i meant to apologize either way. Never got to. so i am, now.
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