Dear Diary.

I wish you were back!
Its a cold, winter night and I'm bundled up in an old quilt, sitting on my bed with a bottle of port next to me. The only thing I hear is the hum of my computer. Its exhausted and about to give out, just like me.
I'm 24 now. Whats funny is that there are alot of things that are currently making me feel like a teenager again. I'm being faced with alot of the same questions I had when I was 17. I'm starting to wonder if this process never stops. That maybe this happens because our bodies get old but our hearts never do.
I can feel people moving on.