skank_zero

I was reading through my old handwritten journal at work today, the one I used while I was in Osaka 3 years ago. It's amazing, history really does repeat itself. A lot of the issues I had then, I've had again this time in Japan. And going back even further, since I started this journal around my freshman year of college, it looks like I'm on an endless loop in my life. The same things keep cropping up. The same doubts. The same desires. It's like I'm trapped in one of those old low-budget cartoons where the characters keep running and the background keeps repeating. Over and over and over....