And I have still failed to see someone who does not fit into this stereotype. Sad, isn’t it?

If I wasn’t everything that which you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?

lit lit lit lit…

lit lit lit lit lit lit lit litlitlitlitlitlit arrghhhh

And now I shall sit here and reflect.

I am content.

… my letters are all to the same people. and it’s getting repetitive. and pointless. -facepalm-

It’s a New Year.

I’m not sure I’m beginning it with the right, but hey. That’s been my whole life, hasn’t it? Doing stuff just for the sake of doing it.

I’m happy. Deccember does that to me. There’s Christmas and New Year, and I just want to smile on these days. And forget. Let go.

Friends, Champagne, Ice cream, and hostel in a few days. Maybe I’m beginning the year better than I thought.

Haha. I’m this little cloud of endorphins and oxytocin and optimism and general ^^-ness now.

Yay.