I don’t know what to write here anymore. I feel like I have something to say, it just gets stuck halfway between the lump in my chest and the keyboard. Anything in my life that turns out to be good ends up failing, and I can only assume it’s my own fault as I’m the only constant. Everything else is a variable. I suppose it’s time to change the constant.


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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