lock it up and throw the key, but there's always break in.
how much you want to keep it secure definitely depends on how much you want it, or how much you dont.

they say imitation is the best form of flattery. i'm beginning to see the sense in it.

sometimes i wonder when we started losing touch. but what saddened me was the fact that i only wondered and wasnt really remotely sad about it. but if that saddened me, that means there is some inkling of emotion left right?

a thousand words to write, plenty of explanations waiting. but along the way, it soon becomes pointless. yet sometimes i wonder why i feel the need to do it.

life is strange.