something i’m completely guilty of and sinful of is that i save up, i hold and hold back. happy letters to me, love notes, 1.3 gigabytes of msn conversations over the past five years, angry letters to me, so that whenever i want a certain shade of emotion, i file through and pick out a sliver of the past.
it’s stupid. you should see me, sitting there, hand written notes in eager fists, rereading a line over and over again and pretending that i’m back in 2007, 2008, 2009, trying to achieve that same high or low
time to grow up!