Its funny how time changes all things, specifically a person. I've never been able to relate too well to my own species, society it seems is a joke to me. I grew up a city boy, used to the hustle and bustle of city life, but the country life has taken my heart. I've grown fond of life out here, not just mine, but the life of creatures around me. The world I've known has taken on a new meaning. And with the passing of time comes a new meaning in what I take in, in what I see and feel, which is why I won't delete my old journals. I kind of want you all to see the old, dead, me. The wrathful anger and deep depression I once felt is no longer a struggle. Just a phase of a man that once was me! I share this because someone, somewhere is now where I once was.
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26 Aug 2016 07:14 CEST
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