There is an extremely emo post just sitting in my blogger dashboard that i don't have the guts to finish, let alone publish. And what do i do? Just let it sit there, stare at my chicken self like i do with so many things that scares the heck out of me. It's like my Veronika decides to die episode, only this time, I wrote it. Talk about masochism. Damnit!
Later. Maybe later. Hopefully later.