And if you don't love me, let me go.
I wish I could write something useful again. My English teacher told me I sould have gone to uni for English, and that I was a good writer.
I haven't written a real piece since grade 12 english. I miss putting my thoughts into coherence, Point-Proof-Discussion style. I mentioned at one point that I hoped to write a sort of collection of essays over my year off. Essays about things I think and ideas I have.
Maybe I'll start tonight. If I don't start soon, I never will. That's how life goes.