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.Thursday, October 9, 2008 ' 10:02 PM Y

years--letting go

If I wanna look back again,everything seems so far away. Today,I looked in my cellphone,the pictures that I saved in it. Those pics reminded me of the good days that I had before. Some were even,well,ironic maybe I should say,cuz they were taken just shortly before I had my hard time on fall 2007. But what made me feel so melancholic were those pics that were taken when I was in high school. It seems like years already,since I left high school and went to college. Well yeah,college seems forever,and university maybe worse,lol. But still,I don't know why,I miss the good old days. Everything was seemed to be perfect at that time,I feel happy with my life. In here,I'm struggling a lot,and I've changed. Sometimes I don't even recognize the "now-me". It's kinda weird to see how much I've changed. I became someone who's totally different from who I used to be. I have different point of view on some things,that I can't even explain why.
There were those times that I wish I can just turn back time and go back to those days. Life won't stop changing,time won't stop ticking,and you won't stop learning. One thing that I learned is to let go the past. I can't turn back time,that's for sure. Sometimes I feel like I can't get out from my past,but it's not that I CAN'T get out,I just DON'T want to let them go. And that's what trapped me before,inside my memories,trying to get the pieces together but in the end I know it's useless. I looked at some old messages in my cellphone,and it's kinda weird. The person I used to be will jump around and can't stop smiling to see at those messages. But the person that I am now,looking at those messages,feeling weird to know that I used to be so happy when I read them.
It seems like years have gone by,if I look back again into my life. But there are some parts of them that feel just happened yesterday,or not that long ago. I can still remember clearly what happened,and how I felt. I can even laugh at myself. But yeah,memories are memories,nothing can change it. You will never be able to turn back time,and all you can do is just letting go.

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♥ graduate from university soon with satisfying grades :)
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