I Don't Know
Maybe I'm finally to a more elevated, mentally-pleasing place in my life that I no longer have to whine/bitch in my livejournal. Maybe the little things and the big things roll off my back more easily now. For whatever reason, I really don't care to write here anymore.
Or at least not until I figure out what I want to write about. Or what I want to do, ultimately.
I'm not lonely. I'm not scared. I'm not filled with anger. I'm just me, and it's kind of weird. Also kind of exciting.
Or at least not until I figure out what I want to write about. Or what I want to do, ultimately.
I'm not lonely. I'm not scared. I'm not filled with anger. I'm just me, and it's kind of weird. Also kind of exciting.