My Eyes Are Open

Maybe the sunlight will be dim
But it won't matter anyhow...

All the things I'd like to say, but can't.

What's the point of a blog when you can't be blunt?

Nothing really matters. It doesn't matter what anyone says. This year is mine. I'll turn myself into anything I want to be.

It's uphill from here. I'm walking till the string in my legs snaps.