You're ready for something new.
So am I.

Chance and change.
Reason's range.

What do you say,
Shall we roll the dice?

I will go, and this time;
You can't follow.

Oh my how the world is changing...Perhaps for better, perhaps for worse.
Everything in my little corner of the universe is strangely okay...Better.
All my ducks are getting in a row now, I'll be an adult soon; I've finally had someone tell me I need to get up and actually try and work to make a life for myself, friends are joining other friends on the sun-warmed-precipice known as relationships, and my own has taken a better turn because of it.

Not too mention the best season of all; fall, is finally waking from it's grumpy slumber.

Optimism is really nice, once you experience it.
Take care.
-Daniel

Hello to you all, sorry it's been almost a month since the last journal. I've recently went back to high-school (rejoice!), and it's been a nightmare from the get go. I have no classes with my special someone, nothing to keep me going throughout the day, and on top of THAT, all the teachers I got are BITCHES! Couple that with panic attacks and the fact that I had to go home sick halfway through the second day, and you start to get a window into my week so far. ;w;

I bought a 3 month subscription, so expect a lot of useless stuff as I start to meddle in the dark art known better as "Premium Membership".

Hope you're all doing good.
-Seppo

My love for you is like a truck,
Speeding into the misty distorted edges of the humid night air.
Casting cacophonous crashes into the thick and heavy plaster of the city.

Were I something more, I'd take you out of this place, and away from the
Ghouls and ghosts that seem perfectly content to keep you here, as the last
Bastion of their chance to live their live vicariously through you, a small
Pale vessel that stands ever defiant against the stifling prison of which you
Have never flown from.

O' love of mine:
What hangs around the bend in our path, where the neatly trimmed grass and plants erupt into wild overgrowth, entwining fingers ever deepening into the cobblestones that line out way?

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