She, she was beautiful. The way her smile so perfectly fit her and the way she just let her hair fall so flawlessly. But that's the past. I'm not there anymore, I'm here now, not there. Not the past, unless you wanna get all scientific, but I'm not even gonna go there. But this girl, this girl is one I can't stop texting or thinking about, and she's my friend. I wanted to be her friend, like I said she was beautiful, her smile fit her so perfectly, and she let her hair fall down so flawlessly in the past, but it doesn't mean she still doesn't do all that, and it sure doesn't mean I have to fall in love with her. Friends, just friends, since the time in sixth grade when I thought I was the only one in the school bathroom and started whining about not having a pad when all of a sudden she slipped one right under my stall, we've been just friends, and we've been just thankful. I don't whine much unless I just stop giving a fuck or if I don't think anyone's around, I guess I'm just a lot more calmer than most people, and especially coming from a poor country, well there's no such thing as complaining, there's only being damn grateful for everything and everyone that passes you by or if not stays. When those don't apply to you then you're screwed and in denial of it or if not dead. I mean it, no jokes, no exaggeration, people die for and/or because of people and people die for and/or because of themselves because life happens, and once in a while people will say they're having a bad day, or a bad week, or a bad year, but that's not a bad day a bad week or a bad year, that's just life. Another part of life you're gonna have to face whether you like it or not. Be damn grateful for everything or you're screwed and in denial. If you aren't either of those things, then you're dead. That's what I lived by, what everyone lived by in my country at least, but time, things, and people change. If you expected a love story you aren't getting one, and if you expected a life story you aren't getting that either.
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The Meaning Of Life
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