The VIP means a lot to me. The people who made these two years so enjoyable are people i'll never forget. Yesterday, when i looked inside the bag we got at prom, i was devastated to realise i forgot to ask for autographs. I want the autographs, but not because i'm afraid i'll forget you. Like i said, forgetting is impossible. Nor do i want them because i want to know what people think of me. The reason for my wanting autographs is so that someday, when things have changed, if i find i am surrounded by difficulties, if i feel like giving up, i can look into that little black notebook of autographs. I'll look into that book, and i'll remind myself that there are people who have touched my life in ways i can't explain, and this one part of my life is enough to see me through everything else. I'll look into that book, and i'll realise that i can fall back on something other than memories. Memories are addled by a desperate mind, and i want my memories to be kept pure. Autographs are more solid, i can depend on them and keep my memories untainted.
But i forgot to get my autographs. Selfish though the reasons may be, i wish i hadn't forgotten.
Don't be surprised then, if someday i lose my morale and will.
I don't want to be the only viper in class next year. I doubt i can live up to the expectations.
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