Pack Up

You never know when one of your online friends is going to pack up and leave, forever, which is why you shouldn't take them for granted. I learned that the hard way, sadly. I miss my friends you did choose to pack up, some of them were my greatest friends ever. I would do (almost) anything just to talk to them again.
In real life, though, you really can't pack up, unless you move away somewhere far. In real life, I have people who I wish could pack up. Sometimes, even I wish I could, and move somewhere just to have a fresh start again. A clean page, a blank canvas, to begin again.
If you pack up online, though, you really aren't getting a fresh start. You have friends online, that would miss you, even though it might not seem like it. (I've seen this happen, too.) I learned to deal with the people who make me want to pack up on here. If you just pack up, you are really letting them win. It will just give them permission to dig deeper and make more people leave, until everyone's gone. Staying might be hard, but just think to yourself, "They don't even know me. These are just lies, and they know it, and I know it, too."

{A Few Random Thoughts of the Day}

I miss everything, from old fads and songs, to my childhood, and two-thousand seven, two-thousand eight, and two-thousand nine, back when I would throw birthday parties for my imaginary friends.

I miss my truest friends; the ones who were bullied off the face of the planet, without a trace. The ones who moved away to a place called paradise. The ones who I will never see again-true camp friends, who made last summer the best ever. What would life be like with them still here now? Why is the same sad moral the survival of the strongest? 

I tend to get sad when fads fade out; even if I hated that fad. I feel horrible that people could just grow out of something like that. Maybe that's why I still like dolls. Anyway, to the point, imagine if you were a fad, if fads had life, and after fifteen minutes, you were forgotten completely? 

Old songs are as good as the new; mostly better. One day these songs you listen to now will be old, and will you still like them then? 

Two-thousand thirteen was supposed to be my year, and it still is. Since then, I learned something completely important; that you can't make years "the best you've ever had." Maybe, if you try really hard, but chances are everything won't play out the way you want it to, and that's okay.