Trip
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"Sometimes I want to get lost in the dark and dream for a while"
Am I messed up or what? Is it wrong to want to dream of the past, even though it was so long ago? I love thinking of how things were, and then think of how things are are I feel bad because it's not how I want to be living.
Even more so...I LOVE hearing about other peoples lives. I LOVE it when people tell me happy memories they have of their childhood, and I wish I could have had those moments in my life.
One thing that keeps popping up in my head is like six years ago my brother and me would rollerblade down to a nearby waterpark every saturday...just us together, listening to our tape players, sharing some brotherly love. I feel so happy thinking about those times. I remember he kept telling me every time we went up there, with his arms around the steel gate, "I'm going to work here when I get older", and a few years later he did get to work there. Two years in a row as a head lifeguard. But I feel bad because a few years after that we started fighting. And we never really got along like we used to. But just remembering those days makes me so happy to be alive.
Why do I want to remember so badly? Is it a disorder that I want to know about other peoples happy memories? I feel so worthless, like right now for example, but when I hear those stories I feel like...I dunno...I just feel like everything is perfect in the world when I'm imagining those stories like I'm there. But then school, church, friends, work, everything just brings me down. It's not where I want to be and what I want to be doing, but it's the only way the world will approve of me (?)...I want to live in those happy days again.
When the summers were long, full of love, and every day held something new and exciting. I want those days. Can I get them again?
"I sit alone in the backyard, wishing I could be inside, the sound of a little girl laughing, makes me happy just to be alive"
Am I messed up or what? Is it wrong to want to dream of the past, even though it was so long ago? I love thinking of how things were, and then think of how things are are I feel bad because it's not how I want to be living.
Even more so...I LOVE hearing about other peoples lives. I LOVE it when people tell me happy memories they have of their childhood, and I wish I could have had those moments in my life.
One thing that keeps popping up in my head is like six years ago my brother and me would rollerblade down to a nearby waterpark every saturday...just us together, listening to our tape players, sharing some brotherly love. I feel so happy thinking about those times. I remember he kept telling me every time we went up there, with his arms around the steel gate, "I'm going to work here when I get older", and a few years later he did get to work there. Two years in a row as a head lifeguard. But I feel bad because a few years after that we started fighting. And we never really got along like we used to. But just remembering those days makes me so happy to be alive.
Why do I want to remember so badly? Is it a disorder that I want to know about other peoples happy memories? I feel so worthless, like right now for example, but when I hear those stories I feel like...I dunno...I just feel like everything is perfect in the world when I'm imagining those stories like I'm there. But then school, church, friends, work, everything just brings me down. It's not where I want to be and what I want to be doing, but it's the only way the world will approve of me (?)...I want to live in those happy days again.
When the summers were long, full of love, and every day held something new and exciting. I want those days. Can I get them again?
"I sit alone in the backyard, wishing I could be inside, the sound of a little girl laughing, makes me happy just to be alive"