evolve

I have a craving for... visiting the south, and partying to Cajun music.

I still find love to be an overrated, dispensable emotion.

The people one cares for are too wishy-washy with their own feelings to be reliable.

Do people ever notice themselves changing from one year to the next?

I used to move so that I wouldn't stay rooted in one place for too long, and yet I find myself mired in here.

You think you can care for someone, but you know that it's never going to be what you want.

You can tell a lot about a person's age by staring at their hands.

Maybe it is wise to live one's life without ever fully opening to someone.

My age and cynicism are catching up with me.

Night.