this is the only thing that will ever have a title; this is love fatal.
its sage.
but you already knew that.
or did you?
(bum bum bum)
(whoosh!)
that was for ian.
okay.
so anyway. this is diary number..eight maybe. ah, fuck it. who knows anymore?
i sure dont.
anyway. i'm going to stop talking to myself now.
one of those questionable things that you love more than life; outside eyes say its wrong & you say, "but i've never felt so right" this is the start of an error.