let's be honest

things weren't supposed to end up this way. ultimately, things never end up how we want it to. i wish i could open up to you as i would to a diary. pour all my heavy thoughts, spill my obscene secrets. but- i can't. this is a public platform, and i guess i do still care of what other people think about me. i suppose i should get a little diary. but i fear that i'll end up forgetting about it.

so instead, i'll fill this blog with little poems filled with metaphors and implicit importance. i don't even know who really reads this, anyways.