I want to grow old only if I have someone to grow old with.
(If) I am to be alone for the rest of my life, I wish I could stay young until I die.
I may fall in love one day. Much later. I'm wasting time, now. This part of my life has no meaning. I'm just living until it can be given meaning, again. In the meantime, I'm wasting so much time.
The I-don't-know-what-to-call-this-yet Journal
I'm changing the use of the journal. I'm keeping my old entries because they're special. But I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the journal, now. "Jill & misc" Writing about Jill. A big point of interest in this chapter of my life. An