ForTheStangeOne

You know who you are. You were quite the strange one. And I didn't understand such strangeness. I guess thats the only explanation why I got so pissy all the time. I was so used to adapting to other's personalities and perspectives, that I never knew how to handle yours. But that doesn't matter now. Past is the past. But what does matter? The future? Who knows. ... I must say, you did change my mask a bit. My personality, perspective, whatever. I guess I somehow matured talking to you? What am I saying? I'm still the same. Deep down. We never really change. Our insides dont. But the outside does. Its so weird. People are taking breaks, quiting. And I wonder, if and when we ever will look back, and remember the people we once talked to. I know I'll remember you. You had a bit of an impact. I know that sounds silly. But it probably makes sense, due to the fact that I'm dumb, hormonal teenager, still developing. Excuse the ranting. I suppose I should get to the point. Thank you. I dont know if you'll return. When you do, I wont forget. See you on the other side, whether it be death, or not. . (Side note: I fixed the background) (Also, i didn't think of adding a story. I kind of let the A.I do whatever. I just wanted to write whatever this was)