It's strange.

Everything. I'm without my computer due to hard drive troubles. My life is on that thing. I hated knowing I would lose it all. But it might possibly be for the best. My old self is on that computer. In some weird way I want to get it over with and throw it out of my second story window onto the snow covered concrete below. I met you on that computer. I cried onto the keyboard too many times. I watched too many things happen on that screen. And I wasted too many hours letting it's glow illuminate my surroundings. I'm probably thinking too much. But I don't think I'll miss it. Really. I can start over. It's not that big of a deal.