I'm not your friend.

I don't know how I let this blog fall victim to schoolwork, but that's what happened. I guess it's because no matter how often I was forced back to blogspot, my blogging love and loyalty still remains back over at xanga, where I've been for years and years now. I guess I just love the archives, the way I can see what I was like back then, even if I can't remember myself anymore. Hell, sometimes it even helps to look back in the last week or two, to see how I felt, what I thought, what I was going through. Some days I'm too busy for it, and I really wish I weren't. I wish I could document everything. Like The Machine. And I could see it all over and over again and relive my triumphs and mistakes over and over and over until I didn't need to watch them to replay every second in my head until I couldn't feel anything about it anymore.

heartbreak? heartbreak? AUGH.