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February 28, 2013
I miss my friends who used to write on here. It was so nice, looking for their words, seeing what they were thinking.

I wonder if Anna still reads these things?

I wonder if my teacher still reads these things? I miss her lessons, and the way she kept telling me that I was going to be an author.

I feel melancholy for the past. A sweet melancholy, like a final hug from a friend who's leaving.

Do you ever wonder how things could have turned out? 

I wonder how things will turn out?

To the future!