A poem my me:

Please. Stop.

Stop.
Stop.
STOP.
Being so utterly you.
Becuase I think about you.
Become some one else. 
Then there will be no you for me to think about.
Please.
Please.
PLEASE.

Angst eh? Don't read into that so much XD

I got home about 20 minutes ago. Babysitting.

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