And that is it... I am lying in my room, full with a sense of regret. Regret that comes with the thought that maybe I have wasted a life of learning. That everything... Everything I have pursued in my life, my storied, full life... has been a waste. The music I have heard the violence I have been a part of... even the drugs i have taken, cannot possibly compare to the thrill and fear that driving instills in me.

I can't bring myself to leave this site alone. All I do is log in and check my old accounts, and leave. I never expect anything to be here. but I check anyways. Like a broke guy checking his fridge: I open the door and see nothing of value, then I shut the door again... only to open it later on. Expecting something to change, but it never seems to.

Oh well, as long as I'm on here I may as well make use of this page. I'll post thoughts about whatever. A bit of a catharsis for the things I can't say out loud.

If somebody finds enjoyment in my thoughts, then that would be just fine too.

I'm no longer a fan of FiM, honestly. I have no attachment to the show or its fan-base. But why do I keep coming back to this site. Maybe its the time I spent here in the past, the old accounts or maybe I really cant explain it... but here I am yet again...