A Tidbit.

The Smashing Pumpkins. Refuge. The things you never thought you’d miss. The things you hoped would be destroyed and are being destroyed and you’re screaming for their loss. That’s how it goes. We always get what we want, and we hate it all, still. Nirvana. Bush. The music of those days. The library. I seem to live in libraries. Since University, at least. I got lost, and now I’m rediscovering myself. It feels like getting even more lost, but discovery involves getting really lost. What will I find? Who will I find? I cannot know.

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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