Damnnnnn itttttt.

It's only the third freaking day of school and I can feel it starting again. It's a glorious thing, but it's destined to destroy me. Even still, nothing can stop me from looking forward to.. whatever it may be. Here's to my weakness. Here's to you, here's to me. Here's to our iambic pentameter and rythmic schemes. Here's to our motion. And whatever comes along with that. I'll take it.