Some friends think I live in my fantasy world, that I’m constantly lost. Perhaps. I may not know what I want, but I definitely know what I don’t want. My mind runs quicker than it should so I’m hoping that words can help me capture its essence. My heart doesn’t lie although my action might show otherwise.
Expect me to write about you. Whether I love you or I hate you; whether you love it or you hate it. If you really can't bear to be written about, perhaps you don't deserve to be in my life.