"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” -Anais Nin
I realized I haven’t really posted on here much recently. I don’t really have time to right now but life’s great if anyone cares. Super great. I’ll expand on it once I get through this hell hole of a week!