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    Quotes: Get up before my time, go back to sleep again. Got nothing more to do than hope I dream of you. At least these dreams seem real.


    Pull me up
    Sunday, May 9, 2010, 10:17 PM
    “It doesn’t matter how much you may like someone. If you don’t have the courage to show or tell them, you’re going to continue to find yourself waking up alone.”

    I don’t know how to take my own advice. I’m much to shy around her.

    Part of me feels like it would maybe be best to stay away from her as much as possible this summer and try to get over her. The other part of me wants nothing more than to see her. I hate conflicting emotions. Unfortunately, my emotions conflict over almost everything.

    I realized that most guys go after a girl that no other guy has had, while most girls go after that ONE guy every other girl wants. Why is that?
    This girl will cheer me up.

    Athazagoraphobia: The fear of being forgotten.

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    Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew. How can you forget someone who gave you so much to remember? I knew from the first time we met, you would be pretty hard to forget. I won’t promise to remember your name, or even what you look like. I will promise to pretend I haven’t forgotten. Time will make me forget you.

    “It’s hard to wait for something you know will never come, but it’s harder to stop when you know its everything you’ve always wanted.”

    I need to leave. I need change. I need new sights, friends, thoughts. I just want to forget. For one second.