I'm not sure but I saw someone that looked like you at the mall today. Or maybe it really was you. Maybe I should have greeted you. The way we looked at each other, wondering if what our eyes were focused on turned out to actually be what our first thoughts were.
I knew we'd meet again somewhere, someday. It just had to be today, and that chance was so sudden that I didn't have time to think or do anything about it.

Senior year sucks. It isn't how I've imagined it to be. What ever happened to livin' up senior year? Nobody ever hits anyone up anymore. My group has been separated, knowing that some individuals are always with their significant other now. Where's the good vibes? That's something I miss from junior year.

Why must you appear in my dreams again all of a sudden? As strange as I think it may be, I enjoy it. It makes me really regret not getting to know you better though. You were just a summer friend that I was interested in, two summers ago. You'll never read this post, nor know it's about you.

I googled my thoughts and came upon a few answers, one of which,

"Also, completely outside of the romantic aspect of seeing someone in your dreams, I think that people will show up in your dreams when you believe from the bottom of your heart (whether or not you really want to accept it) that this person is meant to be in your life in some way shape or form. Sometimes you just know when someone is going to be important to you, and even if you may not talk much or go without talking for years, that part of you that remembers will show them to you when you're asleep."

Hm. Will we come across each other again?

If someone really loves you, shouldn't he/she respect your decisions? Whether if it reflects upon my own life, or his/hers also? I don't understand this. I think I should have complete control over my own life, making my own choices regardless of what you may think of it. I'm smart enough to know the consequences I may have to suffer from my actions, and how to prevent the worst from happening also. Sigh.

Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I hate it when someone brings down my mood just because they're acting all shitty. And I especially hate it when that someone doesn't tell me what's wrong. Maybe if I knew what's wrong I'd know how to make you feel better.

Ugh, the things I have to deal with..

Happy Birthday Earl.