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live in the moment.deep, yes. inspirational, sort of. tragedic, most definitely.it's easy to say of course.all that talk about every minute counts and enjoy every second. blah/but seriously. i do not believe all the philosophers who came up with all the inspirational talk don't feel that tinge of sadness or the craving for more.okay, it's a really crude way to say it.i know.but it still comes down to being sad and hate the goodbye struttle.it's upsetting and depressing.anyway, chalet's come to an end, through the bicycles, blackjack and daidees.i dont know when i'll see the rest again.other than gerald's birthday, FLSM trips and the graduation.and it's saddening to think what if there isnt going to be a chance whatsoever.and i'll still be missing the school and all.it's like 3 years flew by at the speed of an ostrich.not chickens.it's an emotions thing.it overwhelms.sighs/Labels: events, rambles
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