3/30/2017. 9:53 A.M.
Hurt again, and it is simultaneously better and worse than what it was.
It will get better.

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3/30/2017. 9:53 A.M.
Hurt again, and it is simultaneously better and worse than what it was.
It will get better.
1-13-2017. 10:54 P.M.
The more time that passes
The more that I am not him.
June 7th, 2015.
Goodbye, Hastings.
19,349 Posts. Here's the last one.
While I was out tonight, out at the AMF Bowling Alley in Garland, in the midst of a game and being around that group of people that I don't really know that well, I realized something. Something cliche, overly dramatic (Which fits perfectly with my personality).
I don't really belong anywhere. Or at least, every time I feel like I do begin to belong somewhere, something happens and then I can't go to where I belong, or the group breaks up, or I stop seeing them or they stop seeing me. Something always happens. They leave, I leave. They either stop talking to me, or I stop talking to them. I don't know.
It happened when I went to school at Skyline. It happened when I went to Waxahachie High School. It continues to happen at places like Hastings. It's not really something I know how to deal with all that well, because I find it difficult to make friends. Especially with how little I know and stuff.
I love a lot of my friends, man. I always will, but there's not a lot I can do when they leave or stop talking to me. But I fear that time is running out. I fear that a year from now, I will be alone. That they'll just be ghosts to me. And that I will be doomed to wander, my time up with everything that I have squandered.
As for this blog.... I think I'm done. It has survived much. It has almost survived my whole college career. It's survived relationships. Hardships. My best. My worst. But it's time.
It's time for me to go.
Down The Hall // We Are Scientists i guess in some small way to revert to a former state is almost a relief how could you let me get so far away?
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So hard.
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I was a spacer. Lived aboard starships most of my life. Military service runs in the family. Both my parents were in the navy. I proved myself during the Blitz. Held off enemy forces on the ground until reinforcements arrived. I’m the only reason Elysium is still standing.
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CHRIS PRATT?????????????
It’s like when my dad shaved his mustache off and none of our family looked at him in the face until he grew it back.
He looks more like Nathan Drake here! Come on!
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