That is the last time I re-read my journal...
So I decide in my boredome to look back on my journal. See what has been up in my life. Well I have reached a conclusion, everything I percieved has come true. For instance, I quote myself, "I don't even think I'd be able to handle a relationship, I'd probably fuck it up royally..." and to my amusement I have proved it... twice. I miss last year, so full of hope, love, I was beginning to be Colin, but it all changed, and the whole project was scrubbed. I miss it being just cold enough for it to snow, but just warm enough for it to be slushy. I miss first discovering AFI. I miss first discovering Cradle of Filth. I miss the thrill of trying to go out with someone. But it's all now long gone... Too much nastalgia, too little self-esteem... HUGS!