beginning of the end of the beginning:
There are a ton of things circling around my brain right now and I think the best thing for me to do is to sit down and focus on what I really want out of life and to decide upon the path that will ultimately lead me to my future. Part of me, as capricious as this sounds, really wishes that this was the year of Earth’s demise; that this was the beginning of the end or the end of the end....
Dear Person, I thought that I had shaken all thought of you and that everything in me that bled any memory of you was gone but I was obviously mistaken. “A drunken mind speaks a sober heart.” I wish that I could just chalk that up to myth and propaganda but it is probably the truest thing anyone has ever said. I find myself wanting to be around you and wanting to revert back to all...
I feel like I’m trying to over-explain something that is so simple. I need to learn to focus and simplify my life. There’s no reason it took fifteen minutes to write that.
Dear Person, I keep telling myself that I don’t want to talk to you about what’s been going on but I’m talking to myself about it… I am a firm believer that if something doesn’t effect you, you don’t think about it, speak about it, obsess about it. That isn’t the case here. I find myself going over a script in my head; finding the right words to describe...