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Tracy desu yo, pessimist and world’s worst procrastinator. Uni student with still a lot of things to learn. Interests include otome games, Naruto and Japanese.

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自分を見て
written on Saturday, August 23, 2014 @ 12:01 AM ✈

Self reflection is such a scary thing sometimes. Even though I've already been here many times. The mind wanders, the heart hurts. I keep falling in it, when I really don't want to but I don't have the capacity to stop. 

I know I said I might not post for a while but I just feel like putting my thoughts down.

Tell me, if you could go back in time, where would you go? People say they wouldn't change anything but I believe everyone would love to fix or to relive something if they could.

Four years ago, there was this person who saw me for what I was. Everyone has things they don't like to share but with this person I felt like I could say anything. They knew me, I knew them, or so I'd like to think. For me, it was always time > money and  I'll always be touched at how they always found the time for me, even though I knew that they were giving up playing their game to talk to me. One of the things I'll remember is that whenever they said "I'll be back in 5 minutes" or 15, or 20, they really did show up at exactly that time. It's the small things that count.

When I really think about it, you were the first person that truly made me feel that my existence meant something. You listened to me, you asked me how things were, you really did know all the right things to say. You said that I made your life happier. You said I was a good person, that I'm not selfish. That was the first time I had ever heard that and it really broke me down because I had only ever heard otherwise. You stood up for me when everyone else wouldn't have even bothered and I was already too used to having to fight my own battles. You really were too kind. On so many levels you saved me, and showed me so many different sides to life.

I did something wrong, but you still said that I was big hearted. I wanted you to get really angry with me, but you didn't and you cared when you shouldn't have. But now, years on I have no idea where you are, what you're doing or if you're well.

You once said you were a sentimental kind of person, that I would always have a place inside you. I wonder, is that still true? I never told you, but I'll always have a place for you, even if I'm just a distant memory to you now and you really helped me and saying "thank you" will really never be enough.

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