I Wish For Selective Senses.
I am weary with all the pretence. Moron, if you don't already know, I think I figured you ain't friendly.
I don't want to blog actually. Blogging's not my favourite.
Anyway, I think this year is not going to be pleasant and I think I will keep up this pessimism.
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.