purchases.

sometimes i wonder why i'm not something else. at different points in my short time spent on Earth, i've been interested in different things. music is an overbearing interest of course, but there are some things that i feel would better suit me sometimes. oh well, that doesn't matter now.

sometimes i just feel like retreating. i find it truly amazing that my fingers can remember what buttons to hit when i want to say something specific. if i want the word "salad" to pop up on my screen, all i have to do is hit the right combination of buttons and voila. they're all the same sized little buttons, but they have these different symbols on them.
wouldn't it be wonderful if life could be as easily translated as "salad"?
when i wanted to see something in front of me, my fingers could just hit the s a l a d buttons, and there it would be.

i can't remember the moment when everything changed for me. there should be this defining moment when i stopped treating things in a childish manner...when i started seeing the world for what it is and making adult decisions. but here i am without any sort of memoir to reflect upon; just smoothing over the cracks of right and wrong choices. you know, if i could buy breath, i wouldn't.