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if that was a first

its also the last.

amazing how sometimes i feel that i dont know the people ive known for ten years. and how sometimes the people who make me feel like ive known em for ten years, are the strangers ive chatted to for ten minutes.

i used to judge my state of mind by reading old blog entries. and it was significant which part in my life i wasnt too proud of. reading those parts usually would wake up my idea and gimme a 'i dont wanna be so screwed up' push. i think this entry/period would be one of those i look back on. no more chuckie.

all i see are the walls around me getting taller. on the other hand, i might be shrinking.
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