the dead leaves of a journal crumble
My pen is out of ink, and I realized it's been months since I last posted.
There's not much to say, anyway. I'm learning how delightful it can be to have friends who actually want to spend time with me, and there's something coming, I can feel it. I begin to understand why things haven't gone my way for the past several years, and I'm determined to remedy my mistakes.
Beginnings are good times.
There's not much to say, anyway. I'm learning how delightful it can be to have friends who actually want to spend time with me, and there's something coming, I can feel it. I begin to understand why things haven't gone my way for the past several years, and I'm determined to remedy my mistakes.
Beginnings are good times.