No One

I write for me and no one else :)

I love the nostalgia of looking back, and seeing that everything wasn't always dreary. I love knowing things about my past that didn't touch me then, as much as they do now. I love getting to know the kind of person I was, and thus am. I love remembering all this silly stuff that means nothing now, but means the world to me in the future... At the same time, I hate all of this.

And I hate me for not being able to accept who I am.