There's nothing interesting about me, except the fact that I really should stop switching blogs.

Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."

Everything is starting to make sense.

The boxes unopened; equations derived from another, everything, and I mean everything, is starting to piece itself together. The jigsaw has puzzled an overdue mystery. The final pieces have found it's belonging, and the picture that stands before me, it scares me.

It fucking scares me. The potential to hurt speaks to me more than a thousand, a trillion words, ever could, and that, that will break me. I am certain it will.

And when that happens, where will you be?

Where will all of you be?
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