So...assuming I live 50 years, I'm gonna reach half of my life in a week or so.
Of course, assuming no accidents happen, it's probably closer to quarter-life. But 2015: Quarter-life doesn't really sound as good.
So it's time to let go of everything. Cutting it off. To bring along what's important, and leave what's not behind. To get a fresh start.
Or try anyway. It's not as though I can do brain surgery to actually remove the unwanted and unneeded memories. Oh well.
Words can be really toxic at times. And that toxicity can easily spread. I should know. My FYP was on toxicity. So...break the chain? I don't know.
Many questions are answered, many still left unanswered. Who the fuck cares? Peace.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
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