Old Blog-Spawns...

Reading some entries from last summer, (because I'm the sort of fuck that would try to cure insomnia by reading his own journal out loud) I'm kinda realizing what interesting a read this could be for some random person. Dramatic. But nonetheless, interesting.

Oh, it would be fantastic if some of the people I've mentioned could read this stuff. But no one goes out and says "Hey, read what I wrote about you in private!"

However, I put a lot of my emotions on this blog much better than I did at the time in person. And I used to write a whole lot gooder, too. Like... a writer or something.

Nonetheless, this has been an overall successful blog. I commemorate it for being so and hope that if any one is to take notice of it, that it would be an aforementioned person.

One of which is, as always, Erin. However, the detatchment has grown so much that I'm looking on these pages with such stoicism that I just had to push my chair back and wonder at the fact that I'm taking the words at face value. I'm not really letting them sink in as much anymore. Personally, I'm pretty sure it's just my brain naturally evolving and adapting itself so that it doesn't have to deal with any of that heavy-as-jibralter baggage.

And Sonja? So adorable. So wonderful. So not gonna happen. What a funny mindset I have.

Now Playing: Koushik - "Ew"