crash sites keep me up at night...
Well, what does one say...I suppose you look at life and you sort of have tunnel vision. At least that's how I saw things. You live once, there's no looking back and you whether or not you like it or agree, are pigeon-holed into this conceptual way of things and thinking. There are a million sayings..."You can never go home again" is one that always came to mind. In this situation, that one stuck because the operative word is home. That's kind of what my life felt like for a while. I was kicked out of some sort of home. I'm getting a little lost in this paragraph though and not really getting to the point. My frineds mean a whole lot to me, and if you're reading this that probably means you are on my frineds list or vice versa, and therefore I feel like I like things about me to come through as first hand, not fourth hand telephone conversations. Life is strange. I am currently once again dating Cyndle. There, I said it, I'm not ashamed in the least, in fact I am for the first time in a long time extremely happy. Everyone is going to have oppinions on this, beleive me, my parents let me know this...but whether you think this is the worst decision of my life or the best one i've ever made, life is crazy and a year later here I am.
I no longer know which way the world spins, or what anything means, but I think things are more exciting this way.
I no longer know which way the world spins, or what anything means, but I think things are more exciting this way.