Dear Readers,
I warn you now because I am about to talk about myself in great detail. Leave this place while you still can.
When I was in high school, I would always do a Big End of the Year Discussion with myself, where I would pace outside my parents’ condo for hours, talking about myself and analyzing how I changed. This is a routine that faded away as time went on and at first, I thought it was because I was getting older and that my self reflections were immature.
The reality was that I wasn’t analyzing anymore because there was nothing to say; I had stopped evolving.
Unapologetically Meatwad 