To tell you the truth I've been getting sick of everything. I feel kind of abandoned and nostalgic and disgusting.I miss my old life too much and am being uncharacteristically regretful about most of my recent actions. I'm bored of everything and just don't really give a flying fuck anymore.
Pretty much I'm going on a temporary hiatus from blogging until I can start keeping track of myself again.
Basically all I've learned is that expectations leave too much room for disappoinment. Expect nothing. Besides, blogging about the expected is just no fun, now is it?