So this evening, probably about half an hour ago, as I was reading, a thought came into my head. It could have been that something in the book sparked it, or not, but the thought was, "I'm broken." I then looked down at my stomach and observed my breathing for a minute. "How can this be broken." That was a happy thought.

4 years

I started this blog 4 years ago. That's freshman year of high school. Now with only 4 days left of my high school life, I guess its time to get a little sentimental. Most of what I've written on here is about bad things happening: screwing up relationships, deaths, etcetera; but some of the posts are good. I guess its kind of therapeutic (and thank god for spell check). Writing about whatever is happening at the time.. its good stuff. A lot of it is vague, and looking back I'm not quite sure what was going on with some posts, but others couldn't be clearer. I remember writing something about Music, and how acoustic guitar just got to my soul. Probably written after a camp session. That was written maybe 2-3 years ago and look where I'm at now, jamming out on my black acoustic Ibanez. Everything I've written here is a part of me somehow.
I'm not the kid who wrote these posts anymore, I've grown.

hm

I realized something today: I'm perfectly ok :]

Well what do you know?

So all you've got to do is find an old piece of writing, proofread it, and add a snazzy song and: viola! You get 3rd place in a writing contest. That's pretty simple :]