2012..@)!@?

This year I saw myself falling in and out of love. I saw myself falling in and out with myself. I was an embodiment of nothingness in particular and yet something beautifully tragic. I lost something I never truly had. I owe it to myself and all these years of wanting to write. There are a few positively terrifying things in this world. One of them is sitting down to write with a dread that you would turn out to be no different. In my defense, I have nothing better to do.