prologue

goodbye to my dark past (xanga) i guess sometimes it just doesnt work out and we got to let go sometimes. im not good enough to complicate your respiratory system like the moment of your first car crash or your first kiss. what ever i build ill have to break apart into a million pieces and each shard is an entry of good or bad memories of my sustained past that i dont want to look back to sometimes. let me put this candle (blogspot) next to three mirrors to show you the hundreds of memories thats going to be put out.. and it starts