I love rediscovering a part of my mind because it gives me hope that maybe the rest still exists.
you know how your childhood friends were different than everyone else you saw in life. they had character. that unique interest and trait that no one else carried. then you get drunk and look through their facebooks and realize that they are the generic declassifications that you imposed on every person you met in your life and you don’t know what to live for anymore why can’t things have purpose