My last entry was entirely too whiny ( Read more... )

Confused is probably the best word. Or unsure. That's another one.

Reading old entries is like digging up the grave of someone I used to know. Seeing that coffin lid, your heart skips a beat. When you swing the heavy oak lid wide, the dust is enough to choke you. The bones are nothing you remember. My younger self is more corpse than companion.

There ( Read more... )