Making this private. No one really reads it anyway. Plus I'm not even into it. See ya 'round, kids.

Pardon me for saying so, but you look more pitiful than I had ever imagined, despite perfect fashion. And your photographs depict you so differently. I always thought you would be some sort of match for me. So, let's decide who can survive. Stomping feet and racing beats of hearts that don't ever slow. Then I'll write letters on white paper, ( Read more... )