secretlifeofid

another morning, another day.
pretentious thoughs running through my head, useless questions about my bed. should i this or that, endless internal bebates about things i've thought since i was 13.
can you recall what last you saw when you were still what you'de again like to be? "does anyone remember laughter?"
so i'm up for three hours with little to do.
i'll go read my devotions.
odd life