:: Angel's Aerie ::

:: Sunday, January 05, 2003 ::

I was told once by a friend that I have an old soul. First reaction would be to laugh it off, right? Not me. I believed him completely, no hesitation. All my life I've felt older than my years, as if I've lived many lifetimes instead of part of one. Its something that I've never been able to explain -- that and the eerie sense as each birthday approaches that this is the oldest I've ever been, that I may ever be. Be it a morbid sense of humor, an unhealthy fixation on my own mortality, or a sign that I'm finally cracking up -- I haven't figured out just which option to go with yet, and I doubt I ever will.

:: Angel 12:53 PM [+] ::
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