The days seem to pass so quickly now. It's surprising how often things can change. I'm tired all the time now. I get lots of sleep, but that sleep is perturbed by dreams I try to remember. I remember little of what transpired in my subconscious last night. I'm not entirely sure I want to remember. But it just is what it is. It flows and it goes.
I've said that phrase a lot in the past couple of months. Perhaps it's my existentialism showing. I'm not entirely sure.
People are people. Hugs are hugs, and kisses are kisses. Sometimes it's simple, sometimes it's not. I suppose that's what makes life exciting.
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My soul is composed of music and a Player's words, dancing across the stage in a fanciful fashion.