Graduation

It has been a long time since I decided to scribble again, and I don't know if that time apart has done me good, because like certain relationships, leaving and becoming too cold makes the connection break and having barely enough to hold on to. The band Stars reminds me of cherished moments with my favorite things, those times when femininity and innocence blended into the perfect mix of lofty happiness. I used to think that something was perpetually wrong with me, but it is in these days that I realize that I am the perfect result of women's moral disorder. I should be hating myself right now, and initially, I have. But the feeling enveloping me is how the world might have to accept that only a revolution against the condition will lessen sad, sad, offspring.