I don't need this anymore. Everything's changing up, for the good and not so good. I feel even myself might be changing. Opposite of how I used to be? (Or so I hope). Starting to realize the lack of a point of being shy. Or why I should stop complaining, and accept mostly everything that comes my way. Of course things will even out, and make sense in the end. I can't wait when it does. I really can't wait. Do I want this, though?
Asking myself: What's the point? What is the point? Wanting this point to be coming soon. I can feel it. And, it's coming soon.
I got a pet bird named Geraldine. Fake.
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