Past and Present
so, i've been looking through my journal. look at my icons and realize that i miss icon-ing (now if only i can get Photoshop again...), and i look at my entries - random ones, stupid ones, emo ones - and realize that, despite everything, despite me always complaining that my life pretty much sucks and whatnot, i had a pretty good life. im well and alive, still going on and moving forward, still caring to dream, still likes to daydream about happy marriages and secret life and broken hearts.
and now, i am content. i guess. i think so. i still think there're alot of growing up to do, a lot of catching up to do, still have dreams to achieve one of which is meeting mr. current obsession in fandom but yeah, i am content and everything has been sane.
(now if only the insanity that is fans-bashing-2PM-and-being-generally-retarded dies down....)
and now, i am content. i guess. i think so. i still think there're alot of growing up to do, a lot of catching up to do, still have dreams to achieve one of which is meeting mr. current obsession in fandom but yeah, i am content and everything has been sane.
(now if only the insanity that is fans-bashing-2PM-and-being-generally-retarded dies down....)