And time keeps moving...
Wow, can it really have been so long since I've posted? It doesn't feel like that long...
I mean, life keeps moving - a boyfriend has come and gone, a friend has gone and come back, I've stopped going to school, and I've gotten my own apartment for the first time - but I still don't feel like this much time could have passed.
Maybe it's just that I've been busy. Maybe I've been bored. Maybe I just haven't had anything worth writing about. But let's face it - I just like to write, it doesn't matter about what. Case and point: I wrote an entry on my favourite pair of shoes a while back. What does THAT say?
Writing calms me, and since I'm a complete spaz and frazzled constantly over pretty much nothing, it's probably good for me. I don't even need to write about my life, I can just pick a random topic and ramble. It's soothing.
So, remember, self: write more often.
I mean, life keeps moving - a boyfriend has come and gone, a friend has gone and come back, I've stopped going to school, and I've gotten my own apartment for the first time - but I still don't feel like this much time could have passed.
Maybe it's just that I've been busy. Maybe I've been bored. Maybe I just haven't had anything worth writing about. But let's face it - I just like to write, it doesn't matter about what. Case and point: I wrote an entry on my favourite pair of shoes a while back. What does THAT say?
Writing calms me, and since I'm a complete spaz and frazzled constantly over pretty much nothing, it's probably good for me. I don't even need to write about my life, I can just pick a random topic and ramble. It's soothing.
So, remember, self: write more often.