meh. overcooked noodles stink. boo.
ah well, same old shit. not like it matters too much anyways.

let's talk about summer. a little bit. maybe.
thought it'd be terrible. started terrible. project impact wasn't what i expected and not what i needed or wanted. i had fun, but i was looking to have more than that. i got nothing out of it and i lied when i said i'd bring it home. there is nothing to bring home when people have hollow eyes.

rest of summer goes by unnoticed. mostly. it was "our" summer, though. you and me. me and you. it's funny what time can do to you, in a good way. i'd be so different without you.

it was a nice summer. full of solitude and many long nights with myself. many nights with myself when i was high. almost every night with myself when i was high. it was as if life had just unwrapped completely and i had understood the texture of the floor mat underneath me. it's still like that right now. i enjoy it. i enjoy myself. the way i dress, laugh, look, act. i never thought i'd be this person, in this skin, with this hair, with this smile. but i am. and i like it.

there are so many new people. there is so much potential. i want to stretch my legs. no more repeats. i'm so fucking excited for this year and for everything. i want to write something. this is the year that i'm going to discover myself even more.

there shall be more.