NyaHime

The other day, while I was cleaning up my closets (yeah, I do clean... once in a blue moon), I came across an old essay I had written at the start of high school, and the other I had done based on it at the end of my high school years. I remember a line from there: "Who is this girl, who I know so well, but still is so different from me now?" In a way, I ask that again, because I'm not sure I know those girls any more. Lost things, friendships, relationships, people that once held the importance of the world for me, now gone. Things gained, new people, new loves, new friends, not always here to stay or necessarily good for you either. One jus

finally starting to get back on track with things. got books for school, work practice soon halfway done... i might actually survive this school heh. now i could try to get back to the story ive been working on in my head as well... or well, once ive gotten the school stuff done. silly school, eating so much of my free time. but ah well, thats life. and life is madness.

so yeah, ive been away for quite the time. not like anyone would probably even notice. *laughs* schools a bitch, lifes a bitch, and i dont know if youve realised it, but loves a bitch too. show me a good love story and ill find the flaws in it. show me a happy ending and ill find out how did actually ended. ah well, thats just how things roll i guess. we care about the ppl we shouldnt, and dont those we should, love those that dont love us, and dont those that do.  dont let me foil your sweet love, ill shut up, and you can pretend that you never read any of this again. well like paramore sings: its nice to meet you sir well i guess ill go