Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

so i am lazy. of course anyone who
knows me knows that. i mean, its part of being me. along with a list of wierd
quirks. im obsessed with movies, i am ocd, i burst out singing ALL THE TIME, and
i have this tendancy to rip up paper when im bored. i guess its just me, i like
to be different. i mean, if everyone were the same that would kind of suck. it
would be sooo boring. and i dont like boring things. i like to do stuff. and to
go places. i have this habit of pacing, i cant stand to just sit still. maybe
thats why im never good at school work. too much sitting. you know im pretty
sure thats bad for people, maybe they should fix that. i vote that we add recess
again. with those little playgrounds, that always seemed so big when you were
little, and sandboxes that made you feel like you were at the beach. ya i like
that idea. lets just add recess, maybe thats how we can get world peace. just
talk or fight it out on a playground. have you ever seen an adult act like a
child? i love it, it kind of makes my day. i dont think people should be so
stuffy all the time, why not be a little random, and impulsive. especially if
people stare. thats the most fun part. watching people wonder why you're running
around strangly and secretly wishing that they could be you. i mean you know
thats what they're thinking- everyone loved childhood thats all we really want
isnt it?

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i miss it. i miss talking to you. laughing. everything. i miss knowing that you and i were close, knowing that nothing could tear that appart. until time messed it up, and we grew, but separately, never togeather. i miss the sun and the sand, and the happiness and joy. i miss the inside jokes and memories. i wonder...if i told you, would you remember? or would you ask why id even brought it up...?

blahhh

so have you ever had that feeling that you're missing something? that
lonliness way deep down. but i know that that someone is there, but i mean, it
doesnt change anything. i dont know maybe its just because its raining. maybe
its just what happens. but why does it happen so often? or maybe not. it's
confusing. everything is i guess. but i hate that, it makes me want to change.
but then, i wouldnt be me and thats not right...is it? i dont know. maybe its
true that we're all alone.....but then, maybe not