So...i have picked up a real journal again. I think writing on actual paper is not only romantic, but so much more personable and sacred for me. I have learned to keep secrets to myself because mine is a story worth telling whole. I am, however, thinking of using my tumblr soon for my musings. Nothing personal, but I just have to go. I have put too much of myself out there already. Mine is a story worth telling whole.
And I'm happy, thanks :)
Xoxo
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In Search of the Blues
I'm a match-head constantly striking, Just trying to get lit, is all.
Dropped in?
If you're easily offended- keep reading. I'll test your limits. It's one of the only things that gets me off nowadays. That, and good sex. Sometimes a good latte- but coffee makes me shit, so that always ends in disaster...But anyways, I'm blunt. I'm mean. I'm cold. I'm rude. I'm crude. But not too mean, and not too crude, and yes, sometimes I care about your feelings. Oh well. 'Bout time I got some balls.
WHAT AM I READING?
In Search of the Blues
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