This isn't in existence really.
Sometimes I used to write things in here that were not Friends-only. I don't do that anymore, and I barely write in it at all. Hopefully soon I can delete this stupid thing entirely. But in case anyone finds their way here, and in case I want to relive things, I keep it.
I am a pack rat for bad memories, intense emotions, and fleeting moments in time. I tell myself that I hold onto these things for the learning experience. I can grow. I am growing. I study myself like I am an alien from outer space. (Without the anal probes.)
I am turning 23 next month. Not a significant age, but too old to consider myself a dumb college kid anymore. Old enough to declare that yes, I have figured out what I want out of life, generally... but no, I have not yet figured out how to obtain it, specifically.
Wither, I'm a flower.
I am a pack rat for bad memories, intense emotions, and fleeting moments in time. I tell myself that I hold onto these things for the learning experience. I can grow. I am growing. I study myself like I am an alien from outer space. (Without the anal probes.)
I am turning 23 next month. Not a significant age, but too old to consider myself a dumb college kid anymore. Old enough to declare that yes, I have figured out what I want out of life, generally... but no, I have not yet figured out how to obtain it, specifically.
Wither, I'm a flower.