over 5 years
bits and pieces of my life for over 5 years have been recorded online, stored and sorted in some server stack in the middle of montana somewhere. is that kind of cool? how, memories, feelings and experiences, neatly written and sorted by 0's and 1's are just sitting somewhere in existence.
anyways. today i got the "oh so you finally decided to not ignore me. i hope things go back to the way they were", to which i immediately reacted "fuck that, hell no bitch". in my head. but the point was, even though i felt liberated and freed by the fact that id finally gotten around that extremely large hippo blocking my path, i was kind of bitter and resentful that it decided to sit down and shit all over the road in the first place. meaning, i didn't want to deal with it, glad i finally did, and then went immature all over again.
regardless, i don't really care in the end. im doing my own thing. actually, i have to do my own thing. i kind of dont have space or room to think otherwise. any extra space or breath that i have right now should be devoted towards growing and exploring, something i feel i haven't put a foot towards in a long while.
anyways. today i got the "oh so you finally decided to not ignore me. i hope things go back to the way they were", to which i immediately reacted "fuck that, hell no bitch". in my head. but the point was, even though i felt liberated and freed by the fact that id finally gotten around that extremely large hippo blocking my path, i was kind of bitter and resentful that it decided to sit down and shit all over the road in the first place. meaning, i didn't want to deal with it, glad i finally did, and then went immature all over again.
regardless, i don't really care in the end. im doing my own thing. actually, i have to do my own thing. i kind of dont have space or room to think otherwise. any extra space or breath that i have right now should be devoted towards growing and exploring, something i feel i haven't put a foot towards in a long while.