This little blog of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. Let it shine, let is shine, let it... simmer down now. Coated crimson leaves gathering in Texas trees. Forging ahead with this path I chose for myself. I decided to move here. I decide what clothes I will wear. I decide how broke I want to be. It's a unique position to be in but i'll run with it. I've got the reigns this time around. All signs point to burdening myself with past mistakes.
Speaking of which I was wondering if it was possible for me to move the fuck on. Recycle your name, bury it deep underground with your personal belongings that i'm still hoarding. It's the one thing i'm not proud of, mentioning you in casual conversation. It's just a timed reminder of how far I have NOT come. Almost 3 years ago, give me a back memory bank. I need to stop comparing, stop romanticizing our brief stint as a "we". It was premature and young and unrealistic. I was a shy sophomore and you were a naive little boy. I suppose you are now a keepsake. A mystical being that once managed to make me laugh. And boy did you make made laugh. You said all the right things exactly on cue. If I would have known that I'd still care to this day I would've cut the cord from the getgo. See it's not that i'm afraid to say that only one boy has made me feel, okay well maybe it is. But i've got something you don't have and that's....... motivation. This is my farewell to my first skin.
