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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Time After Time @ 11:11 AM

It amuses and astounds me how easily it is to cut someone out of your life entirely. One minute you're the best of friends then BAM that's it, you're yesterday's news. You would think that with all of these forms of communication people would be less likely to just ditch you like a used tissue.

Before you know it you're blocked on their facebook, twitter, phone, email and whatever else.It’s funny to me how all of these forms of communication are supposed to help keep us in contact over distance and time but we still fall out of contact. We take these things and these people for granted. And even though we may be the ones to continually try to stay in contact once someone is done with you that’s it. The friendship is over after all this time and that is that; you're left with nothing but broken memories.

You can pretend to be okay with it, you can continue to fight, or you can truly let it go. We continually take everything for granted. When will we get over ourselves and put our petty differences aside?

i shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:

two roads diverged in a wood, and i -
i took the one less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference.

the art of uncertainty.