I have some kind of attachment to this account, even though I don't know why. Ever so often someone will ask me if it's active, and I'll tell them no.
I wonder if I'll have that attachment when I leave Pittsburgh... after all, it's only 8 more weeks. I cleaned the apartment today, and got rid of alot of stuff...
Among the things I found was a purple photo album.. it had pictures of me, my family.. and people I think were my friends at one point...
But I can't recall their faces.. or the moment in which the picture was taken...
But something tugs at me... and I tried to understand it. I guess some things are just best left forgotten.
I gave those pictures a proper burial.. and let them descend into the oblivion of the garbage chute.
Maybe that's what compelled me to update this. My pursuit for perfection has been blurring everything that's not productive or relevant.
Sometimes I feel like I'm screaming... and no one even turns. Life is as perfect as it should be. I'll be leaving here, picking up and going off again, just as I always do.. just as I'll always be doing.
....Then why is it I still have nightmares?

Something tells me I'm not going to come back to look through this account, it's the most logical thing to do. I will continue to chase after perfection, I refuse to lead a mediocre life, even if that means giving up a part of myself.
Just because I can't be perfect, doesn't mean I can't be brilliant.