I can already feel myself going out on a tangent. You're one of the best things that has ever happend to me. Merde, I can't even spell. anyways. I've changed I'm a different person. I feel more bitter.
So I was
when did i even write this. i feel guilty just letting it sit in my drafts, not even remembering where i was going with it. live free little ****** poem. make a life of your own now, buddy.