it's always the random nights;

you sit in those awkward chairs, under the old blinking lights, get [thrown] the same old falling-apart menus, order the same old drinks [and food], lament about the increasing prices and deteriorating quality of food; you catch up with old friends, listen to hall gossip [not that you ask for it but rather it somehow finds it's way to you]; about who's the hottest freshie to watch for, who's finally with who, who's not really with who, who's leaving someone else, who's really close to who but are not together cause who's leaving soon, who's squatting in someone's room, who was into someone but is now successfully with someone else;

and i don't know [if it's me] but [feeling like an old soul]

i can't help but feel a tinge of sadness [and gladness of course, that these fresh young bright things are happily eating their first year of hall breakfast], about how people change [oh but so quickly] about how people forget [oh but so willingly] and about how people move on

and i never fail to be amazed at how easily people can analyze situations and rationalize themselves into making the [more so] appropriate decisions that are [of course] all for their own good/best interests

oh but how can you forget and move on oh-so-easily?

feeling like an old soul-

[maybe i was never a fresh young bright thing in my own right]

sure, if you can't have beef maybe you'd settle for fish somehow

but how difficult it is, how unbearable [sometimes];

how can you so quickly,

and so easily forget a person?

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how can an unhappy person make other people [around him or her]

happy?

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sometimes it's not that you don't want to or try to forget, but

because in your memory,

things were perfect [that way]

so you don't change them.