I know that this is futile. I know I will never write more than five posts, at best. I know. But I want to start, or at least try to start. Heck, I'm brilliant at starting things- fights, stories, oranges... especially oranges. I know that this will simply be one of the five billion or fifty quadrillion things that will never be finished because to me, the last drop of water in a bottle, the final paragraph in an essay, or the last touch ups in a project are horrendously difficult to complete. However, writing this isn't for the sake of keeping up some sort of consistent blog. I ran away from wordpress for that very reason, because it was too time consuming to keep up. No, this is about leaving a footprint. Already I have forgotten everything but an ounce of my childhood. I want to leave this for myself, to leave a mark, something relatively permanent for years later, so that I can read this and think, "Wow. What an arrogant p***k I was back then." Then I'll delete everyone of my of my old posts, desperately wishing that no one had laid eyes on them. And, that's okay.
· Thu Feb 13, 2014 @ 11:21pm · 1 Comments