It's my blog, so I will decide the number of times I will update. Who the hell is important to decide when and what I will do? Damn you, really.

My heart is the worst kind of weapon. And if there is a last place where you'll look, it would be the last good thing you can ever see, my dear.

Try me, hard, and I say goodbye to you, ignorance, and again, film it.

Oh.

Perhaps.