February 2011
1 post
I change shapes
I don’t really know exactly how to feel. I’m neither happy, angry, or sad. I wouldn’t even consider neutral. The only thing I can think of that’s close is just being alive.
The reason for my existence is a question that is never answered. I can remember vividly the first time I asked myself that question; it was when I was younger, maybe around ten years old or so. My...