I wish I had taken more art classes in High school and less drama classes.. I'm so fucking glad I'm not 15 anymore. I wonder what ever happened to Greg? I'm glad I went to Wexford. I miss being drunk and invincible @ Paul's house. Having a set party every Friday night was a great luxury of our youth. Life was intense. I love the peace that comes with growing up.

I'm glad I've grown away from the people I have, but regret nothing. I'm glad I grew with so many. I'm glad i'm in love. I don't miss random lust like I though I would. The growing process no longer feels akward like it used to. Even the worst life stuff seems less ftalistic than it all used to. I'm crazier than ever but feel some purpose now.