VIOLET, LA. what will i be when i grow up? i think i’ve grown up, finally — or not so finally. i think i will continue to grow up over and over again. it’s a repeat cycle, ideally. and i hope i don’t grow up — i’ve always hoped for youthfullness and those carefree moments. but i’ve been matured through my experiences as of late and, at least psychologically, i’m an older, more hardened person. if youth means your soft (and i wish i was still soft–it’s no insult), then getting old means you’re hardned. the hardness comes through experience and the trials and tribulations of life; death (symbolically and literally), inequalities, just general life within civilization is breaking me, especially once you start analyzing civilization as a whole. ooooh, i’m getting kinda bitter and grumbly here, so i apologize. but it’s on my mind lately and i’m gonna vent a litte.

yeah, i’ve got some stories. not sure if i’ve gained a whole lot of knowledge along the way (i should work on that), but this world is showing it’s brutal side to me and giving me that experience. i remember those bumper stickers, “question sanity.” the stickers are stupid, but the expression is beginning to have new meaning to me.

love you all. come visit.