"You’re in my blood like holy wine"

Well, shit.

Here I am, wanting to write some stupid "dear diary" crap, because today's just too much for me, and I can't because the ones it concerns can speak the languages (well, combined they do) I speak. Oh well.

So here's to confusions, to things better left unsaid, to weird confessions and to people who should really know better. Better than me in any case. Oh and also to old, lost loves, who should stay dead as they were for 10 years.