Writing in this thing for so long has made me care less and less about proper punctuation and general syntax. Oh well. I don't write much of anything else anyway.
I want to say so much but there isn't any way that I can. It's as simple as that.
I was cleaning out certain parts of my room, and going through shoeboxes full of notes, and general things like that. I came across certain e-mails that I had printed out and a note or story or two and I guess I realize things can never be like they were when I got those. No matter how much I want them to be. So I have to kick myself in the head and stop wanting.
Yeah. What a good plan..?
I guess it's normal to hold onto the past when there's a lack of events going on in your present. However, it's hard to let go if you feel no sense of closure of that time in your life. It's basically impossible. That's what's been tricky.
Tilley helped me realize that basically music and movies are everything and that's what makes life good. The unreal. Yeah.
Posted by Maleta at 11:28 p.m.