nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate.

i had an idea for a blog, but it sucked.

ive been meaning to write more based off of what i've written so far about him. but i can't bring myself to do it.

i have the words. i know what i want to say. i have the visions in my head that should be described in such delicate detail, but i just don't even know if it's worth writing down. three days, huh?


god, i accept your challenge, and expect you to understand defeat when it is handed to you point blank.