Facebook notes make a person.
I guess they kind of do. A few popped up today and as I was scrolling through them, I hit something very familiar. I starting scrolling through some other notes to look up some answers. The answers people give in such things can tell what kind of person they are.. or in my case, were.
Sometimes I wish none of us would have grown up. Maybe we would have been happier before our views changed on each other and the world. Just imagine I’m talking to myself.