It's been so long since I've bothered to sit down and document my life. I guess that it's no longer necessary to do so, I can untangle my thoughts in my head better now, I don't have to type/write things down.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? A bit of both I suppose.
I've changed, but not that much. Still love melancholy songs and reading.
She always manages to make up her mind about people and things and frankly, (apart from the few scattered and substantially important things) I never do, I never could.