I am so cold.
Is it inconceivable that a person can be happy? Eh, probably not. I feel I am pulling away from myself and the detachment isn't providing the escape I suppose I was hoping for. Not that I have truly intentional split myself up, but since I could see it happening I figured I might cull some silver lining from this inevitable counterpart to being twenty four, having much expected of me and having little to show.
I will make it there.
pierce
