you hate me,I love you.
this is the begining
of a fairytale of you vs me.
Reading. Writing. Music. My life in three words. I have a couple close friends. One closer than most are to their best friend (not to sound conceited or condescending). I have more trouble than you'd think keeping friends. Or maybe it's just what you'd expect. But that's not the point, really. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself in the future. It is as unclear to me as a foggy morning. I can only see so far ahead, and I get bored easily. I just hope my life amounts to more than the average (but then, doesn't everybody?)
I'm a collector and distributer of drabbles. More and more words cause my collection to grow and grow, adding up to nothing so important, but something that feels like it maybe could be.
I'm mediocre at best (but you grow used to it).