That time of Year

so basically life sucks.....thanks to Ana....thanks to Zero....thanks to others who must remain un-named.......i have suddenly been forced to re-live certain memories that were better left untold....so many things that i wished to forget.....that one guy.....josh (no, not figueroa josh....another one....a different one...well maybe not that different)....we used to live in the same neighborhood, but both of us moved out of it one year..(beginning of 7th grade)....some how after that we found each other and started...well...dating (end of 7th grade).........josh was different, so sweet, kind, loving, fun.........a skater punk....and me, a biker punk (yes, me) we hung out together a lot....we had so much fun....one month turned into two, and so on into two years.....by that time, i was ending my first yr in high school and about to change schools, and he was ending his sophmore year.........that's when it happened, what i thought would never happen......(pause and comment: u know, it seems as though i loose those i love that most this way, thru bball....) so anywho....we were playing bball one day....idk what happened, but he suddenly stopped and said, "we gotta talk" everything went so fast....i couldn't stop....it was like a fast forward button had been pushed 5x or somethin'...................................and then he starts...."i feel like we're drifting, things aren't the same....i mean, we're not even in the same school and ur changing schools again and it's farther away...and i'll never see u......i love u, but......i don't want to loose u" my head was swirling thoughts of "how could u?" "what the hell happened" "love u, but?" "don't wanna loose u?" i cried....of course, but i let him go.....and thus i hated that school...hated it, despised it.....life suxd.......and u know what they say? history repeats itself