Oh for goodness sakes, this website is such a relic.
It's like fooking back in time at some vague me that used to be.
I wonder why we all think our self is so eternal, it sure seems to change pretty often to me.
Or maybe there is always only one me that is the same and governs everything I do, but the details of how and in what way change every second.
Like culture for a country.
Or our very body itself.
Or the fabric of everything, constantly falling apart as fast as it's remade: everything consistantly changing.