May 28th, 2009

You convince me that you know about what you speak of, that you are the angel sitting to my right, telling me to stop this. But I can't help but doubt your choice of words. Our communications are bound just as tight; where is this source of information that you receive these feelings from? Although I put my complete trust in you, neither of us know the full story until we read the complete novel. Let me mess up this time so that when I reach the part of the book that doesn't mean my standards, I can suffer by my own doings, not yours.