I've forgotten. Life, before. And yet I want myself back, before all I could think about was getting stoned. Before I could spend hours and hours at the student center, doing stuff, with actual ppl, while I was in college. Why even bother? Emotions change. I was desperately in love with one, now I'm desperately in something with another. It's kinda crazy how life goes, These walls have literally eaten me. I just wanted safety, eggs w someone in the morning-- whatever-- I guess it's part of a process, everything we go thru, makes us stronger but it does also kill us somehow. I just wanna be able to take a shower without standing there wishing I wasn't alive at all.