Think of this blog as a diary gone public; a mix of spilt ink, overthinking, and poetic chaos. I write what hearts whisper at 2 a.m., then pretend it’s art. Welcome to madness.
So if I ever get drunk and call you in the middle of the night, please don't pick up... That's just my ego testing if at all I still care, and I don't. I just don't...
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