writing is depressing because i like my old shit better than my new shit
probably because, as terrible and bitchy and naive as i was, i still kinda like the way i used to be
more than the way i am now, and i'm not sure what that means for the people i met and grew close to
over my senior year in high school or now but i guess maybe it's just that responsibility,
stress, life, all of that - just kills you. i want my muse back, damnit.