i'm going to have to post a bazillion times to keep up with everything.
i think i'm too shy to write a blog. or i have too many secrets. or i want to pretend i have too many secrets. or something.
i want to run really fast through the streets of a foreign city in winter when the air is so cold you can't breathe or feel your hands anymore. but it's alright.
letting up despite great faults - release