"In worries of the words that you couldn't say, if they could've saved them from."
Oh dear. It's very late.
Coheeed the warning. This blog could be lame and sappy. Haha.
I have an apprehensive heart. Filled with questions.
And only time will tell, I suppose.
I will openly state right now, that I know testicles are not the true source of confidence, but I feel as though their addition to my person would allow me to do all of the things I'd like to do. Or debilitate me. I can't be certain.
This is not cohesive. And certainly quite vague.
Unrequited love. It's a thing. And the potential of it existing is terrifying.
But what is possibly more terrifying is not knowing.
Because not knowing is just as bad.
I'm writing a letter to Morrissey. Today.
/humourous save. thankgod.
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