Freshman.

I’m never going to get to be 13 again. It just hit me – I don’t know what I expected, that I’d always be able to learn? Not that I can’t now, I’m still young, but I can’t begin to get deep ever again. I can’t, Ever Again, find out about people, or I mean be naïve, or as naïve, I don’t want to be.

I don’t be want to be 13, but damn, I just, I can’t believe how much things change, it seems like yesterday. But it also, and I know you feel the same way, feels like 7 years ago.

Huh. It’s weird, I know I should just leave the entry at that, but it’s like life, so far, well up till 21 (for me) it was, you know one steady, or at least (I’m sorry, I’m writing as I think) you know, I could see where I started, it was like on the same plane, yeah. It’s like I was on one racetrack (running track I mean, where kids run next to you) and I’m tripping and I’m falling and suddenly I just break my nose on the red-clayed ground.

And I wake up on different track. (But it’s not a track! It’s a forest! It’s a Metropolis! It’s a life.) The world’s so big, and I remember when I was.

I love the world.