~WiLl.i.aM_A.j.i.P~

So you want me to tell you something about myself? I don't have anything to say. Even if I did you'd be wrong to believe me. Trust is a lie. Nobody ever knows any more......... I guess I should have said something. Anything. I mean, for a guy who wants to be a writer, and to suddenly seem like no words had ever been written. But for someone to tell you that they somehow stopped missing you, you're pretty much screwed -- no matter what you say. See, there had to be something right? Something that no one had ever said in the history of the world, something that could change this....*I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.