Maybe I’ll regret this but until that moment…well, I should be honest with myself: even if I do end up regretting this, it’ll continue to breathe and live. I can’t stop it now; it was now or never.
This is the space I requested from WordPress to allow all those fond grumpy thoughts, that ceaselessly roll around in my head, to exist. At least, to exist in a place that cannot be altered by Memory or its child Repression. I can tell already this blog is gonna be trouble because I’m putting way too much thought into what I’m typing up. “Will they even UNDERSTAND what I’m trying to say? Am I using this correctly?” If anything, consistent usage of this blog will hopefully do away with this spur of needless self-conciseness (at least for me when it comes to writing up its posts and whatnots). Well, hopefully. Continue reading
No Worn Ever 