I am 20 now. Not 16.
i am studying abroad in amsterdam. my parents, brother and grandmother have been visiting me here for the past few days. it's thanksgiving in america.
last night, i was compelled to read a certain girl's livejournal from high school. i read the entries from her senior year. we were not good friends or anyone special to one another. i was briefly mentioned in the diary, and so were two of my best friends at the time. they both loved me then and i am still not completely sure why.
it's a wonder that i even still talk to anyone from that time. the ones i do, never really knew what was going on.
but i still love bjork and i always will.