Saturday, March 10, 2012


I have been extremely introspective of late. (most likely that is the cause of my lack of writing on here).

Some memories are sad. shameful. incredible. dubious. exciting. good.

Some moments bring such joy that my insides squish up, and it's as if I can't breathe or move because of the utter ecstasy of it all.

Some stories bring regret of what was, some bring envy of what was once.

All of this to say...I have stories that, I believe, are worth the very least so that I can remember them.

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