I'm Salin
I feel strange ever since this past week. Not strange, no because this is all too familar. And yet there is something grabbing at me that is a reminder of the past year of my life. Something better than it once was. That's the beauty of growing up I guess. I haven't acted or thought much like this in near 2 years now. Everything is percieved the same way I used to picture it when I was 18, but the way I act on what I see is more matured. The things I say, the way I say it, and the way I think it has a shot of wisdom and a triple dose of clarity. And yet all that remains is still the chunk.
I don't picture myself belonging to this little journal anymore. It has lost it's meaning, and I never really liked the name outside of the first two weeks I chose it. New life, new journal. No more emo babble and 2 page topics about the same thing over and over again. I refuse to be stuck on a page in my life that I've already past. I'm sailin...and the seas are only getting better.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/mercyis4thedead/
Is the link to my new journal. Add it. Don't add it. Play with your balls while thinking of the link. Just do something constructive.
I don't picture myself belonging to this little journal anymore. It has lost it's meaning, and I never really liked the name outside of the first two weeks I chose it. New life, new journal. No more emo babble and 2 page topics about the same thing over and over again. I refuse to be stuck on a page in my life that I've already past. I'm sailin...and the seas are only getting better.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/mercyis4thedead/
Is the link to my new journal. Add it. Don't add it. Play with your balls while thinking of the link. Just do something constructive.