Time for a public entry.

For the first entry this year, this is written amusingly far away from the actual change of the year. Don't mind that, though ( Read more... )

You see, I have no idea why I ever wanted anything but this.

The taste of your sweet kisses, your arms open wide,
This fever for you is just burning me up inside

It won't be hard for this year to be better than last year, to be honest.

So many things have happened between then and now, once again.

Yeah, who'd have known.

I love my life.

Oh, oh, oh. Not to forget that the 13th of this month will be the two year anniversary of this journal.

I miss being completely dumbfounded.

I want someone to stop me.