i still fucking hate titles
i miss this. i really do. i miss you. and i miss comments? which’s weird, b/c that was the beginning of the end. comments are a daunting, guilt-ridden task. or maybe not. maybe that was just me. probably. i love the difference between maybe and probably.
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things are very, very different now. as different as maybe and probably. i can barely remember what that was like. i wrote things that aren’t there anymore, and that makes me so sad. but they’re just words. no they’re not. that was me. i sliced that off and garnished it w/ synonyms. i really tried. that was what i had. but it’s not there anymore. is it self-centered that i reread myself? not b/c i thought it was genius, but b/c i liked it. there were a few things i was really proud of and now it’s just gone.
ahhh but who really cares. not me ;)
