I like to let other people talk. It takes the pressure off of me. I always thought keeping a diary was a romantic idea but I dumped that in eighth grade. Apparently, MySpace is the new "booty call" (thank you, "he's just not that into you"), I'm not much for facebook notes, and my xanga hasn't seen the light of my computer screen in who knows when. Long explanation short, I haven't done much soul-bearing and its starting to stifle me.
Nobody knows I have this. So, as long as it feels like a secret, I might keep this one alive. Shelf life... gallon of milk? gold fish? cheap bra? we'll see.
::back to life::
::back to reality::
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