I have a serious case

of writers block, but I still insist on posting something. Its silly how this blog has helped. Its become as intimate as a diary, or almost though. I seem to express myself extensively better in paper (or in this case internet?)rather than through speaking, sometimes what I say doesnt come out how I want it to. Heres a thought:
I don't know if there is such a thing as not being naïve. I think everyone is naïve, and when they say they aren't they are just trying to hide their fragility. I think all humans underestimate how fragile they are, how little their emotions can withstand. So they drink early, they do drugs early, they have sex early. Then they realize, maybe five, maybe ten years later that they shouldn't have. im so overanalytical.


In other news, Ive come across a treasure of a website called foundmagazine.com
Where people show their collection of of found love letters, old pictures and such. its rather entertaining.

This is all from the site:







Im not cynthia by the way, im marie.