Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. Like, I could tell you about my night, which has been interesting enough, what with meeting a former Jehovah Witness who has since turned atheist and hearing his hilarious retelling of the bible; but some things are better said in person.
I could tell you about how I'm turning 23 in 2 weeks' time, how I can't believe I've managed to survive so long on this earth, except I don't remember a quarter of what I did during the first half of my existence, so I guess I didn't really live 23 years after all, but merely avoided death.
Uhm...I remember a time when I was younger, when I would just write posts about feelings which I felt without the need to ensure that what I wrote made sense, or appeared to make sense, merely that they spoke. And maybe I still write that way, but sometimes some days I miss the time when I wrote for an audience, a specific audience, an audience which I could mock: I miss writing high school essays.
Many people think that I'm an emo drunk. I'm not really; I write deeper when I'm under the influence no doubt, but I talk happier, it's true.
A part of me looks through the unpublished posts on this blog, and I wonder, will they ever be finished?
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btw, on our name of uniting-diversity.... kinda hilarious considering we were all chinese
that being said, not our fault, and race isn't the only indication of diversity
You aren't the only one who misses your writing high school essays! :)
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