Some people can sense when change is going to happen. I have yet to obtain that sense, and change just seems to come up and punch me in the face all the time. Almost all of those times, I cling on to the smallest and silliest things, probably only for self-preservational purposes. I find that very comforting for myself, but at the same time a very, very selfish thing to do. I think that I might have inflicted some kind of pain on a certain someone by my failings to embace change and move on. But I don't think I will ever muster enough courage to say sorry in person. Or maybe I'll just force myself? I'm not sure yet, what I'll do next.
On a slightly lighter note, I saw a boy step on a dead rat while waiting for the bus yesterday. He appeared to have no clue, that he had just trampled on a dead rat with his fine piece of footwear. Yea, that's how stupid boys are..........
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