What if I just used this account as a journal of sorts? A place where I could express my thoughts and opinions where I know for a fact that nobody is around to see them. Not that it would be difficult for others to randomly stumble upon this account considering that I use the same user name for basically every account I ever make though. Still, despite the ease of access, it still feels like I could write anything and nobody would see. A way of expressing my thoughts, putting it out into a public place where people can see, yet a place where I know that nobody will. It's a strange but comforting thought. And to put it in a place where I once frequented, one with many memories and joy attached to it now abandoned and left to rot. What flashes into my mind is silently speaking to myself in the corner of an old childhood bedroom, in a house nobody has inhabited for years, some of your old wallpaper and furtniture and toys and such remain, yet it remains in a state of decay, still being able to use it as a framework around which to imagine and remember times of old, when life was simpler, when life was better. I suppose that's what this place is. An old childhood bedroom. Fundamentally the same, yet changed, both by the natural progression of time physically altering the room, as well as time aging and maturing the child, stripping from them the childlike innocence and wonder they had, leaving the room as a shell, a hollow reminder of those traits that child once carried with them so naturally.
I dunno. Perhaps one day I'll return to this website proper. For the time being, I write this to an uncaring void I suppose.
I should really be doing homework right now.
