the crispness in the air in my nose in my lungs in my soul

this is me.

whoever reads this will know more about me than anyone. sometimes you will love me, sometimes you will hate me, sometimes you'll feel bad for me, sometimes you will be jealous of me. no one can love me completely. at least that has been true in my days before now. either i will not let you.... or my faults destroy that intense and what seems like, short, honeymoon love. lets just work at you liking me first.