Virgin Rants

"It never used to be this way. I fell for the sleepy pale eyes of a boy, but long after he was gone, I really began to pay attention to the man who paid attention to me."

This is a very incomplete collection of nonfictional musings, memoirs, prose, and letters that will (hopefully) never reach certain eyes. Some of these, although not rants in the conventional sense, are rants in the sense that they are very emotion charged.
These are representative of a moment in time that no longer exists, an ephemeral reflection of the soul that quickly evolves into something new, but not entirely unrecognizable. As a result, nothing written herein is a reflection of who I am, or the feelings and opinions I may currently hold, but rather a record of things that once were... A chronicle, of sorts.

Most everything in this collection is very lazily edited and in desperate need of revision, read at your own risk. Feel free to point out grammatical errors or other areas in which I may need improvement, it would be greatly appreciated.