This place.
So, I guess it's all been worth it.
And it was all my reality.
As dramatic and under-developed as it is.
Well, still here. Still love these memories. These people.
I need to make a tangible copy of my memories from what my father called my 'journey into the dark.'
cliche sounding. yes. I thought so too in the midst of the aftermath but a relatively accurate representation.
Based off of the amount of time I willingly allowed my self to read some of these random entries at 4am in the morning when the only rational thing to do at this hour given my schedule is to be asleep or still studying for my neurobiology of disease exam -- I am fucking thankful. Fucking thankful and fucking (dare i say?) proud of myself. I've worked damn hard and I feel fairly confident in saying that much of what agonized me in youth, what I yearned most for, I have made marked advances toward obtaining.
Sweet.
Maybe I'll start writing a bit in here again.
I could use a thought organizer.
This one feels like home.
4:08 a.m. - 2013-11-07
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