‎The only thing I'm going to miss about Philadelphia, is you.

I'll write about my summer when I'm ready to write about my summer. which, I think will be best in the winter.

There is a lot going on in my life. A lot that I won't write about here. Which is ironic, as the whole point of this blog is to tell strangers my secrets. Oh well.


Its easy to give up. It is very easy to get mad, get revenge, and then cut whatever hurt you out of your life. Its human nature. When have I done something the easy way?

I'm not sure what is going to happen. I'm not sure what I want to happen. I'm just sure that, in sixty years when I'm on my death bed, I will be happy. Damn happy.

I'm gonna talk about how well school is going now.

The first week has been rad. Lots of friends, new and old. Filling up the time that I should have been doing homework, but its alright. I'm looking forward to this semester for a lot of things. Its the end of something old, and the start of a new life essentially. I'm probably gonna move out at the beginning of the year, or school year (depending on what happens), and it will all just be a new experience. Something that I'm glad I won't have to go through alone, and I will get to share with the people around me that love me.


Its gonna be a good year.

Also, to a lady.

"The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you, and that you are standing in the doorway"

I went through a few folks facebook pages (Through the past couple of years, which takes forever), and I went through mine. Its funny how lives interplay and cross each other. Sometimes sticking, sometimes not. All thanks to a social networking website. Its a long story, and I will talk about in person.

Going to Georgia.
Wesley

P.s. Its strange when you go to yell at someone and you don't. You go, but you don't yell. I think that's being mature.