Yearbooks. "SIGN MINE, SIGN MINE!"
Everyone gets one, and you have to be aware that, not everyone wants you to sign theirs.
But today, 1, 2, 3 ,4, 17 people asked me to sign theirs, and even more, because I lost count, and it was nice, because I didn't realize that many people wanted to remember me.
I was ready to forget everyone.
I still am, but that's because I always am.
But it's nice to think people out there are going to be thinking about me.
I think about them sometimes. But that doesn't mean anything.
I think about Jellyfish, too.
It really doesn't mean anything.