Window To The Soul

Words merely are noises that we make and the sense we find in it. They are a constricted imagery to the river of thoughts, constantly battering the cage which encases them. Words are what we raise ourselves upon and what breaks us, only to make us whole again.

Enough with the psychobabble-ish kinda thing.

Hello!
Welcome to my Diarrh- I mean, diary!
Yep. Welcome to my diary!

Just to prepare you, you will encounter:
•Crushes
•Broken hearts
•Ramblings
•Rants
•Stories? Maybe.
•Me

If the last one hasn't scared you, please go ahead, have fun, knock yourself out!
OR GET KNOCKED OUT BY MY COOLNESS, YOU HOT PERSON!!!
*coughing*
Yeah, sorry, that happens once in a while. No worries, please go ahead.