To define is to limit. I’m afraid I’ve taken the route to drinking tea strictly without opium and thoughts strictly in reference to poets, so naturally… going insane. You’ll see me either telling tales to strangers (yes, my confidence scares me too), arguing about politics or history with 50-year-old men, listening to old classical music, or practicing one of my million hobbies. Do you find me inherently weird yet?How have I ended up here? Unfortunately, going to a completely different college, surrounded by different people amidst the melodrama was never on my list. Destiny, huh? Media has connected all art forms I’ve appreciated using a tight red string, that has now strangled me within it’s grip. Am I excited for uniting day and night on posts and a million projects? No. Will I complain? Yes. Will I pull it off? Hmm…To me, the sanest people often seem the most lost. This blog is to validate my insanity and maybe get a good grade?!
To define is to limit. I’m afraid I’ve taken the route to drinking tea strictly without opium and thoughts strictly in reference to poets, so naturally… going insane. You’ll see me either telling tales to strangers (yes, my confidence scares me too), arguing about politics or history with 50-year-old men, listening to old classical music,…
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