just minishorts.

I missed the latest reunion, I said that already. For several weeks prior to the announcement, I was lamenting the issues that had broken my mind into several pieces, resulting in my disability to do the right thing because I was not too sure of what the right thing was.

Maybe I'm being overtly sensitive, but no one is sinless, right? Why can't I imagine the voices that collide around me, are in fact, talking about me?

Obviously you have no inkling of what I'm talking about so stop assuming.

So it came to this effect, I have to be reunited with the past. I am required to contact and connect, and then hopefully, establish a proper communication channel so that the future can take place smoothly. Sounds so noble, doesn't it?

And then I recalled her comment, the last time we met, was it over a year ago. 'Oh how you're changed, and how you've managed to show these sciences… you know? All he had ever done was to oppress the bounce in you.' Now don't think dirty thoughts.

So I have to walk back to school, right? Create that illusion of towering dignity, when really, I am not so well-enabled. I'm lost, just like everyone else, and sometimes, times like this, I just do not know how to start.

But first help me find that telephone number. I seem to have lost my phone book.

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