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.
