Sometimes getting together requires nothing more than an imported box of donuts and cannolis. Sometimes "hanging out" requires nothing but sitting on carpeted floor with piles of blankets talking about loads of nonsense. Sometimes it's these very times that remind you of time itself. How much is in front of you and how little is left. These people I find myself with talk about the future, but are also very keen on the present, something I used to ignore because it didn't mean enough to me. I used to not really want to live in the "now" because it seemed dull and wasteful. I was always looking to escape in the possibilities of the future, but now I'm clinging to time right now. Here's what this consists of: sitting on the floor talking about boobs, food, movies, boys, music, PMS, sex, food, food, fooooooood, how fat we all are, how we're not fat at all, remorse, and love. This is how we manage to stop time. We've learned to utilize it and render it to our liking because...what else is there to do with it really?Think about it. Sometimes I sit around and curse the hours, oh, the hours. How long they seem some days, how dull and stretched out. Other times I bless them and remember that those very hours are the only thing holding us to the earth as it spins at incomprehensible speeds. whether or not we keep track of them or ignore them all together, they're what we spend, and lately I've been spending them like a goddess. I'm so ready to move on, but I'm not ready to let go of some of the best experiences and the best people I've met to date. You see, we're all so...whacked in the brains and that's why it's even harder to let go. Time is the teller of all things, but considering that this whole high school experience is about to pass, I'm just going to get lost in it.
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