May 2012

You know the place. The place where your curious thoughts are confirmed as fact, and you find yourself agreeing with people you’d never expect you’d even know in life? Yeah,…

Look, it’s not about the past. The dancing under the bright lights that we were convinced were stars. It’s not about the tears wept over stupidities. It’s not about the…

I’m still here. Attempting to make sense of my inner monologue. It’s either too noisy to think, or too quiet to say a word.