Fuck Facebook

My latest foray into the social site involves making some searches with a really old book in my hand. Never thought I'll come back to this.

Sometimes you keep thinking about the choices you make in life and how they change you.

My own sister's at a point right now where she has to make a choice, like I did almost four years ago. Then I thought about choices from even further back.

Ten years ago. The year after. Two more after.

What if I went elsewhere? What if I stayed?

A headache.

The only thing I should think about now is the army. Nothing else matters anyway. Nothing will change.