Somehow scored a Google Plus invite. Well…okay. I guess I’ll try it.
Well, this poem came out pretty terribly...
The rain spills down like bullets on dented shingles. I’m not handsome. I’m not eloquent. I don’t even like myself. After years of telling myself I’m not good enough That I’m not special, that I have nothing to offer. You’ve helped me see through this lie. We tell ourselves that no one is special, to feel better about ourselves. But when I look at you, you...
An Embarassing Confession
I actually quite enjoyed Green Day’s 21st Century Breakdown. After listening to it about two dozen times, I think I finally get what it’s about, and it’s really not bad.
Anonymous asked: We met a few times a few years ago. There were a few trips around the city that happened while we were together.