I've decided to put this journal to good any use. Sometimes I have feelings, and even more rarely I have the desire to write them down. On a whim, I decided to crack this open again
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I'm getting that moment where I realize (read: remember) that I'm not very smart, and probably don't have good opinions. And the people I wish I could talk to would, even if I could have the opportunity to talk to them, probably not like me very much because I'm far too careless, and not a good enough person. I'm good but...goddammit I'm so naive.