Just flipped through my Livejournal, which I haven’t written in for about a year. Oh my god, I used to write so much. Or rather, I used to babble incessantly about my life and it’s intricacies and how goddamn important every little event was. Now, I can barely recall what made me so enraged or happy. I see names and can’t connect them to faces. I see the inner workings of past...