Wednesday, July 05, 2006

:: Last Summer ::

I can never avoid asking myself the question of how we fell apart.

My exclusion is pretty much obvious.... and it has been for a very long while now... and i just don't know - but perhaps i just don't have guts enough to just ask one of you about what happened and why it still is happening, but it's not as if i don't know what's going on ?

I don't hold it against anyone or anything - and something inside tells me that i was probably the cause of this gap in between all of us.

It's been so long since i actually thought about it - and i'm ashamed to even say this. I guess there's just too big of a gap now for us to even just... talk like we used to, laugh like we did or even just sit down somewhere as always.

I failed as a friend. I failed even as someone we grew up together with collectively.

For what it's worth i just want to say that i'm sorry for everything wrong i did. If we were talking about this in person - i wouldn't even have the strength to put aside my pride and muster up enough guts to apologize or even ask about what happened and why things are the way they are now.

But i'm sorry guys, i really am.

It hurts the most when i look at all the pictures and wonder where i went wrong.

I'm sorry.




"The Friday sun bears down again
As we drive with our friends
And on these longest days we spend
All our time trying to pretend That our stories could be true
why tend to be cool?
The setting sun says the day is through
If only we knew...
And we all sit round here in our home town
Listen to the waves as they all crash down
And watch the fire as it slowly burns away
Glowing embers fly across the sky

You're here by my side, in the summer, our last summer
The world passes by in the summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
the view from our last summer..."

The Lost Prophets - Last Summer

and in the end i realized this photo isn't about me - but more of them.

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spoken. at 8:45 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."