I keep searching for new and epic things, but I keep just ending up in my room late at night reading Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Is it that there is not really truly epic life out there to be lived or am I missing something? Should I search forever or should I just carve out a little life for myself to live in?
Maybe I should stop being Philosophical,
Anastasia
Maybe I should stop being Philosophical,
Anastasia