Girs Journal
When Im tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away. She slipped away.
- Boston, "More Than A Feeling"
All the way back in the beginning, it starts with a girl. A girl I use to know. Young love? No... But like all things, that caused a reaction and sparked new decisions that elsewise wouldn't have presented themselves. And those decisions slowly shaped who I was becoming, and who I was going to be, and who I am today. All from that one day, that one moment, that one lack of clarity.
I like to think I'm happy, and fo