Messages Unsent, part 2

Well, I've got a bunch of drafts of text messages piling up in my phone, and it doesn't look like I'm going to use them anytime soon, so I might as well put 'em on my blog. I haven't updated in a while, anyway.

It's lonely here, surrounded by the people I know so well.

It's lonely here, finding out that you're doing well.

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Hz.

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Character idea: Guy who records his life by talking into a voice recorder so he won't forget anything, but then forgets how to talk to his friends.

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...Aaaaand no response. #Thanks.

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Well, at least now you know. On to better prospects.

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I just want to be remembered when I'm gone.

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Plaster billboards with the phrase: People suffer and you ignore them. #bucketlist

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Ronald Raygun #SciFiPresidents

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"Are you sure that's his car?" "Dude, I was in it last night."

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I guess a lot of these ended up being little thoughts I had that make no sense without context, or like micro-journal entries. But to add a little clarity, the conversation about the car is a direct quote from two of my girlfriend Allison's high school acquaintances we ran into at Wal-Mart as they were purchasing Saran Wrap to cover some douche's car (I guess she found out he was cheating on her, and wanted to get back at him; I don't really know). The whole situation just stuck out to me. 

Also, I have no clue why Hz. was in my phone. Pocket text, maybe?