But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


My new love now.

I really have nothing to say. My blog will turn emo if this continues. This is not good.

Who can I talk to now? Who can I trust? It's like, everyone wants me to quit. Quit school, quit socially, quit the world. Maybe even quit life. Yeah. That's how you make me feel. So, hon, I'm not gonna be there anymore. Obviously you have better friends than me, and I'd bet my life you'd choose them over me anytime, anyplace. Yup. Maybe I'm quitting being your friend too. Thanks, babe.

I'm still not done emo-ing. My friends would be wondering. Or rather, friend.

Je vous aime, mon chéri. Je le veux dire. ♥