Well Done, Ant. Well Done.

I may have Tumblr, but

I hope to never neglet you, blogspot. You so beautiful. Go buy yourself somethin' nice, 'kay?

Okay :).

It's so strange that the things that make you the happiest you've ever been are the exact things that can make you more upset than you could imagine.

Somehow i don't think I'll be needing a palm-reading anytime soon.

I'll Always remember the humid September,

where inside my heart felt so cold.

Well, that's a lie. I was sure I'd find a new peace of mind, to slow down the time

but

What If i just didn't want to?

'Cause hating the change enhances the strange and surely remains to quicken the pain (in the long run)

But for the moment, the trouble's over - I feel safe.

Away from the struggle, the hurt and the strain. The Juxtaposition - the pleasure; the pain.

It ends with a kiss.

Whilst cliché, it was the only way for it to happen; an influx of pain and pleasure

And whilst I don't understand "Quick and painless" I could do nothing but draw it out longer.

I wish not to leave you; this scene; these stains of what was.

Or What is.

But, I kid. As to kid, for me, is to sustain, that which is guised with hypocratic surface.

But, I wish not to deem myself a martyr. Or one who is indeed belittled or deserving of empathetic touch.

Empathy is wasted, for I em pathetic.

The feelings that crush had been gone for so long, but have soon returned - albeit in a different form.

Confusion leads to pain followed shortly by regret, the circle of my mind continues to spin on its small, sharp axis.

I know not whether to dread, or to forsee simplicity in your presence; however my mind is perplexed nontheless.

Gibberings of the insane; it may be mis-communicated. Or the truth that I wish not to face.

Why don't you just go paint or write a song about it, you melodramatic, pretentious fuck.