The Extroverted Introvert

I've decided that my snooping days are over, at least, for the subject of So. I've found out more than I needed to know, but nothing of what I sought to discover. I will be vague, of course, since his history is indeed fluctuant.

And there it goes.. google has limited its search results again.

Yes, I am a changed person, but did you honestly think that I would stay the same forever? How can I stay the same when everyone else is changing?

I was tired of being the only one left alone. I was tired of being the only one holding onto a past long since forgotten.
I still do hold on, though.

Meh. My personality and identity adjust to the assumed preferences of those that I talk to. Ultimately, this means that I've almost lost track of my true identity.

It's funny how you can get through so much, overcome so much.. and then everything just suddenly becomes a bore.

Nonexistence!

Nostalgia..

Gosh, if there was only a way out.

I got bored.

I think that suffices as proper reasoning for making this god-forsaken LJ.

Don't mind me; my vocabulary is whittling away to nothing.