At the beginning of 2009 I didn't think I'd be here at all. Here. This place. It doesn't really have a name...maybe life is good for it. I just had plans and ideas and as of right now none of them are taking form in reality. And is it my fault? Or it is all circumstantial?
I wish blue hair didn't offend people.
And I wish things wren't illegal.
I wish that no one did things they regret.
I wish none of this was so tiring.
I wish for summer.
