The Things I Use To Do

I use to run an advice blog, shades of it could be found on Tumblr. The internet is enteral like that.
I use to care about my roommate, somedays I still do...
He wasn't always the brightest but his intentions were, lets avoid it.
I use to write everyday, now I write whenever.
I use to want friends, and I guess I still do...
I use to sing out loud, now only in the dark..
I use to share my thoughts, now I store them away like precious figurines...
I use to think this was a list, but it seems to want to become art,
I use to let my delusions run my life,
I believe it is now the paranoia,
I use to believe in love, but love never believed in me,
Now I believe in lost, especially the things lost to me,
Like the meaning of this, and this,
And everything above.
Now I wish for change, a change I do not understand,
Just to do something different,
A chance to be unique,
A chance to breathe,
To escape the expectations of reality,
A change from the red pill,
To the blue,
A change that will open my eyes,
To the wonders that still exist around me,
I just hope those wonders aren't lost in this fantasy...

#Rebirth

A friend reminded me I had a blog here. It was weird reliving some of my past mistakes, pain, and failures. Looking over the blogs of my  ex's because they didn't take theirs' down as well. One of them updates often, shit I hope she is doing fine. I didn't read it when I realized how recent the post was. But fuck it I'm grading waiting next year. I could bitch and moan bout the people and things I've lost thus last year but I rather think positively and move on I guess. (Maybe I just don't want to face it.)