i remember the first time i read through a short diary i kept as an elementary kid and then the first time i read through the period scribbles i wrote after. I remember thinking to myself how what becomes important and what becomes irrelevant changes as i grow, but who i am at the core is the same.
am i waiting for something? someone?
I think it is time i stopped being lazy and learn from my mistakes and stop whining and bitching about shit that doesnt matter.
