ever since i started my first pillowbook, i've felt that i have...matured, in a sense. i feel as if i'm starting to grow up, to leave the more childish things behind.
i'm becoming who i want to be. or who i think i want to be. there are still questions that lurk around the cob-webbed edges of my brain. but i'm getting there.
i'm not going to hide anything. my entries are going to be raw, they're going to be me.
and with that, one pillowbook ends, and another begins.