So I was looking at someone from my past, and I felt woe filled, so I wrote a poem and junk. Then I decided I needed music, so I chose to listen to Cups, which is about missing some one when their gone.
Deer gods why did I make this choice? Just pierce me with your antlers now.
I feel guilty, because the loss of contact is totally my fault, but I also feel that at that point in my life it was good for me and I kind want to ask them how they are and stuff, but I'm just a big wuss. Bluuuh.
I need something happy. :/