Blogspot.

I don't think it should be called that, atleast, not mine. Delilahvincentdebonair.blogspot.com? I hardly blog. These days, it's more of a confession spot, than anything. If I was to kill someone, this is the first place you would hear about it. If I wanted to tell you I love you or I hate you or I find you mildly interesting, look here, it'll all have been carefully typed out.

Last night, I knew what to say but you weren't there to hear it. These lines, so well rehearsed. Tongue tied and over loaded.

I'm not sure why I do it anymore. Maybe I'll stop? Maybe I'll tell you I've stopped, but really I'll have a spot that you don't know about. Maybe I'll get to 200 and end it.

There's nothing to say anymore. No one has anything worth writing about. Inspire me.