2006-03-30 - 5:19 p.m.
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Short Term Memory Loss
The days all creep by slowly but turn around quickly.
You'll look up and you're 7 and no one wants anything from you. You can swing on trees, you can swim all day, you can play in fields and run all you want. Homework? Glue the macaroni to the piece of paper.
You'll blink and you're 14 and everyone hates you and you hate everything and no one can understand what you're going through and everything you do is awkward, like someone else is pulling invisible strings and causing you to fumble about like a marionette. You might start liking the opposite sex by this point even, which will further complicate things down the line forever.
And you sneeze and realize you're 21, you're poor, you've just gotten out of college and there's nothing out there for you to do, no solice to call home. No next school year. No "I'll write you all summer - see you in class in september!!!" No summer either. You'll be slowly stripped of all adolescence and you'll be left with the pile of dung responsibility is.
You'll yawn and you're 25.
Where will that be?
BMC
What did you just say? - What's he gonna say next?
