You should still believe in an endless world

I'm 24 now. I started my life here in Boston almost 2 years ago and am almost forgetting where I came from. It's like those four years I spent in the middle of Pennsylvania trying to figure out who I was meant nothing at all. After rediscovering my college Live Journal, I thought it might be a good idea to bring this whole blogging thing back. It seems like I convey my emotions better through a keyboard, anyway, rather than building up enough courage to speak them from my heart, and ultimately, my mouth.

So here it goes: the [mostly] uninteresting ramblings of my inner-self will be revealed within the margins of this tiny representation of my life, as you will soon know it.