Friendly Fire, your lips burn me like treason.
Ruminating over my old posts, I laughed, cried, fondly reminisced, and then purged them from virtual existence.It was a romantic thought really, my memories being broken down in cyberspace; the worn out and depressed in a vortex of triumphs that were documented over the course of 3 years. It was a friendly parting, no overwrought mulling, no stepping off the yellow brick road, it needed to be done and I did it. Yay me.
I think I look all undamaged and happy here. I wish i could look as happy all the time.
