note to everyone;

i might be moving. to new city. :x

i might be going to clarkstown north. :x

& my new xanga is hurr. :]

- b

fickle, oh so fickle.
always changing, never ending.
strong affections come and go like trends.
i love yous thrown about,
like a hackey-sack,
bouncing from one to another,
so casual,
so loose.

one to another,
severity is nothing behind the words
sincereity is nonexistant to them.
only hook ups and numbers.

someone wanna tell me how the hell i got first place for that shit up there? I personally believe I write better in paragraph form, in stories.

&with this, i close this xanga. consider it, turning a new leaf of some sorts. not necessarily for the best. things change, grow, & eventually die.

a new xanga? of course, but gotta come find me...

-b