the past is a trip

I just went to some house party. And it was so... odd. There were people there that I hadn't seen in so long. And they reminded me of when I used to see them a lot more. Like this totally different time period in my life.

And I feel like so much time has gone by. Like I'm a different person than when I saw these people more. And this weekend is just going to be wierd. Cause I'm going home. Like home home. Like where I went to high school. And there are going to be so many people that I haven't seen in ages. But I don't even want to see some of them. Most of them. It is going to be a trip.

 2003-05-31 - 2:42 a.m.

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