I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.

Nothing is safe on the internets. a whole new lesson in anonymity. or lack there of.
I guess that's what I get for neglecting to clean out my inbox for nearly two years. I guess that's what I get for one accidental click. just me and 2am staring into the face of someone I swore I'd never look at again. funny how time changes motives, feelings, regrets. how to the surface things can get without any effort at all. I suppose it's all this talk of a 'new year' and the determination to stand resolute. our resolutions looming. what can we fix, how can we self reflect.
I think the world might be a happier, or at least wiser place to be, if we didn't fixate on this concept only one day a year. and why always so last minute? the ball drops and with it goes our sins. washed clean in the promise of rebirth unto a new year. our savior is born. or some other such shit.
if you ask me, and I know you didn't, nor would you ever. BUT. "IF" you did, I'd say that we've come a long way kid. from the closeted idea of things, to the manifestation of sin. of guilt and greed. to stolen memories you can't just delete, no matter how much you'd like to. the real question is WHY you'd like to. that's where the laughter comes in. because we're always just fooling ourselves into thinking that maybe, juuuuust maybe, we made the right choice. when in actuality, there is no right or wrong choice. there's just hello and goodbye.