unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. // e.e. cummings
currently deciding between the creative writing and journalism strand on a write up. not that i have to choose now, but i enjoy paranoia i guess, at times. i will always remember that no matter how fragmented our lives become, the pieces that compose us will fit snugly together once again.
it is hard to believe how much things had changed in a year. last year, things were completely different. i was completely different. how about you?
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