have you ever had one of those times when you open up your diary and read something that you wrote so strongly and you can feel what you felt again. you can see the blue night and feel the sweat combined with a cold breeze and everything feels so vivid. you can feel the tears that were never physically there and see the mask on your face and the water in your eye... and your just sucked back into it. for the time you read those few sentences you can just remember the exact temperature it was and the exact volume of the whispers and everything zooms straight into the time and your back. your back for that moment. and then you wake up and realize your alive and not even the same person. sometimes i wonder if ive matured at all. i always think ive grown up so much since freshman year. maybe im the same person with the same mind and so many things that have happened before are just waiting to repeat themselves. maybe this grey is just making me think too much...