5:50 PM / Friday, October 2, 2009
time and time again i think about maths. how it helps me in life. everytime im feeling kinda stupid. well dont we all feel stupid? healthy harold once told
me he was a puppet. it made me really sad. time flies, i remember first seeing healthy harold. everytime i think about him it brings me back to my child-hood.
maybe im getting too old, maybe im not. all i know is that, i miss being young-er. never again will i be able to experience it. fun times, very fun times.
little time was spent doing things i wanted to do when i was little. independant of everyone else i felt like i was by myself. everytime, at lunch i would
sit on the school bunch talking to myself. sometimes i wanted nothing, sometimes everything.