So, I've been thinking about writing a journal entry for a while, but decided against it; mostly because I read my other entries.
Which, I must say, make little or no sense.
Which means that I make little or no sense.
Which...well you see where I'm going with this....
Anyway, life these days for me is better. I understand myself better and am starting to figure things out. Still, I feel like I'm a side character, like the people I know are the mains, and I kinda just fill in sometimes, which is totally not true; but at least i'm establishing some semblance of indentity.
It's weird cause, I'm still lost. Just like the lost boys in Peter p