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TODAY SUNDAY, 6:17: I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT. 7:03: …STILL DON’T KNOW 7:47: NOTHING. I’VE JUST LIVED THE PAST HOUR IN WHAT FELT LIKE 10 SECONDS. YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T GET? PEOPLE WHO WANT TIME TO SPEED UP. IT COULD BE DURING THE WEEK THAT THEY CAN’T WAIT ‘TIL THE WEEKEND OR IT COULD BE JUNIOR YEAR AND THEY CAN’T WAIT ‘TIL GRADUATION. EITHER WAY THEY’RE ALWAYS LOOKING AT A TOMORROW AND MISSING OUT ON SO MANY TODAYS. I GUESS WHAT THEY DON’T GET IS THAT TOMORROW NEVER COMES EVERYDAY, WHEN IT CHANGES FROM 11:59 TO MIDNIGHT, A NEW TODAY IS FORGED BUT SO IS A NEW TOMORROW AND THE OLD TODAY IS JUST ANOTHER YESTERDAY. THE POINT IS, AS LONG AS THERE ARE TODAYS THERE WILL ALSO BE TOMORROWS AND YESTERDAYS. BUT ONE DAY YOU WON’T HAVE ANYMORE TODAYS AND TOMORROWS LEFT IN YOU. AND YOU ARE YESTERDAY AND HOPEFULLY SOMEDAY PEOPLE WILL SPEND A TODAY LOOKING BACK AT THEIR YESTERDAYS AND SEE YOU.
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