i have this sinking feeling, which is not necessarily a bad thing, and it makes me think all over again of the things that mattered and things that still matters to me. i'm not talking about big houses, fanciful cars, i'm not talking about careers, we've all already talked too much about them. history, goals and ambitions.
those are enough.

the boo boo is, i'd never been quite satisfied with the moment.

we had talks that were intriguing, largely engaging. i mean, right, i'm surprised! but now, i dont know what it is. i get emotionally entangled. i get withdrawal symptoms. i want to get involved with that person but i think i cant do just that.

*right, dont wander off too far. it's good that school is one thing that keeps me going.