My heart belongs to one man. And get this: not only is he fictional, the author killed him off.

Not that I'm bitter and forever grieving that loss or anything. Just saying.

I like to write but I suck at it so I think I should just stick to one liners I'll never actually say and motivational speeches that I don't live by and relationship advice I have no qualification to give because of my utter lack of experience. I make it a point to keep any remote stirrings or feelings or whatever it is kids call it these days far far away from me.

I am extremely opiniated and stubborn and have been called a "quintessential narcissist" on more than one occasion. I think it's safe to say I'm rather proud of that.

If I died listening to Alex Gaskarth's voice, I'd die happy. His voice is flawless. Dont fight me on this.

I don't need therapy when I have thousands of songs and books at my disposal in which I can drown myself.

Um. Okay. *cue abrupt ending*
Bye.

PS, I smoke too much pot.