someone told me the other day, that this girl from my elementary school was talking about me saying how she hated me and what a bitch i was. it took me by surprise since i have not spoken to her in about 5 years? maybe 6.. all i could do was laugh.
at first, i was kinda thrown off.. she doesn't know me anymore, so why would she be talking about me? or even think to think about me? then, you know what.. i felt flattered.
the past 5 years of our life, i hadn't thought about her once, and i find out that i'm topic of her conversations. i must have made some type of impression, good or bad. (way back when was... you know.. 12) its just kind of funny to think, that while i'm enjoying my life.. all you're doing is talking about me. that's about, ten minutes of your life every other day, devoted to me.. who wouldn't be flattered by that?
-amt*
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