Without words to express,
All the things I repress,
Without fail I will try,
To.. put on my resolve face and suck it. Because things are never going to change if I don't force myself to change them. Yes? *sigh*

Yes, I'm sucky at poetry, and I will try never to inflict it upon the world ever again.

But yes, without words. Which is strange, because I talk and write too much, and I blabber on incessantly. But I'm trying, because playing this game is fun.

Which makes me a masochist. (Because by GOD.. I *know* how this will end!!)