I can't believe how often I've actually use this "journal".
It's so strange to feel so old, and so young at the same time. They call it "middle aged" but don't think there ever really was a middle feeling.
Hard to believe I still log in, I do still miss my friends, miss my place, miss the homes I've been through the years. Not homes as in houses, but homes as in groups of friends you've spent time with.
Final thoughts, true friends are a beautiful thing, you never see an age, race etc etc. You just see them, no matter how they change over the years.
I still love them all no matter the drifting apart, true friends touch our hearts forever.
So when you think of a friend, and imagine they forgot you, stop, because they probably think of you just as much from time to time.
Maybe you should send them an email, or a text.
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