Don't come along with me

ive sorted a lot of things out since my last confusion post.

im at my grandparents tonight and being here reminds me of staying at the old house back years ago... always staying when i was lovesick. thinking too much, writing, actually feeling sick to my stomach. hmmmmm

playing massive amounts of final fantasy x over the holidays. fuck i loved that game.

think about becoming lovesick again, but im not the same stupid kid as i was. i can handle a lot more, and have handled a lot more. i was nothing back then. so much would hurt me. now its a different case i think.

im old,
im wise.

and apparently i have barb wire all through my face.

interesting idea, ill have to think about actually doing that.