Blog entries by wouldupassbye

For the night I leave everything behind and I am that awkward 19 yr. old, alone and desperately looking to you. You arrive and there is a message in your embrace. It sets the tone but I ignore it, I already know the truth. Maybe if I am a touch more clever, maybe an extra drink. No, no I...

The unfortunate truth for me, they are mutually exclusive. It's all going so fast. Where have you been these many years? ars?