Here comes the sun.

This thing has existed so long, almost in another plane of life. I know I can look back on it and see how I have changed, but I lack the desire to do so.

Things are alright, what else could possibly be new? It’s amazing how things can change radically, but when you ask, “What’s new?” the response is always, “Not much.”

As usual, I’m still trying to figure out what to do with my life. I’ll be 25 years old this December. I’m getting so god damned old, and I hate every minute of it.