In retrospect

Forgive the previous post. The emo in me got the better of me. I have half a mind to delete it, but I won’t. It’s not like many people’ll read it, anyway. Maybe only those who follow my life our lives closely. I don’t want to write about sad moments because I don’t want to remember them. I don’t want other people to know what’s really going on. But the situation asked for it. So to echo my previous words, “I give you the permission to beat the emo out of me.”