oh, to be twenty two and effortless. invincible.
the life of habit and drawn-out recollection
vague. semi-intentionally, yet not pretentiously.
as happy as one can be, there is always "happier" out there.
fuck the other side of the fucking septic tank.
that was unnecessary harsh language and i will suffer a lifetime of novenas to alleviate possible repercussion.
someone give me a nap.
i was proposed to not so long ago. it took me a very long while to realize that no joke was intended. i stayed very quiet throughout.
i don't know why i'm writing in livejournal. i suppose because something made me feel strangely guilty about never doing so anymore.ohgreedohyes
, but why, really?