The Past.
I miss how things used to be. The past, the past, the past seem to be the only thing I can think about lately. I rarely live in the present, I'm always in the past, or in the future. I seem to go back to the past because it reminds me of a time where everything was great, and now, everything's not so great anymore. I miss the way things used to be between this one person and I. We're so distant now, it makes me sad. He was one of my favorite, adorable freshmen, but now, we're just acquaintances again. I miss how close we used to be. ):
I wish I was a Tralfamadorian. If I were, I'd know everything, past, present, future, everything was structured that way. You can't change it, because it has already happened. I loved that look on life. It really reflected on Calvinism(?), and predestination (some things I don't believe in). If I were a Tralfamadorian, I would know everything. How I would die, what would happen to me when I get into fights with others. I would know how everything would resolve. I would know how I died, but most of all, I would know what happened to me and if my life had any impact on the world in any way, shape or form. That's what I want to know. Did I ever have an impact on someone? WILL I make an impact on someone? The question has already been answered. I just need to keep on living to know.
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