Eh... August?

I miss, the way that, you lie all the time.

Telling, the people, that inside you're fine.

I see, it hurts you, and tears you apart.

To tell all, the people, you don't have a heart.

Drinking's, a shadow, where you can hide.

A place you, can run to, when you can't decide.

But we can, pretend that, it's all ok.

Those weekends, in August, kept on replay.

We'll comedown, together, shake to our bones.

Wait at, the bustop, and wish we had homes.

Milkshakes, and memories, are all we have left.

Walking, through shops now, considering theft.

But we'll spin till, we fall down, again and again.

And just cause, it's all lies, doesn't mean we're not friends.

2:30

I have found that of late I am increasingly worried about the state of my dental hygiene. It seems the more fun I have, the more I begin to neglect my teeth and general mouth area, and although conscious of this fact,  I continue along my path of reckless abandon, assuring myself that all potential moth issues will either never eventuate or sort themselves out without the need to consult a specialist.

The constant chewing of gum does very little to aid this situation I suspect, but small amounts of effort are slightly more effective than paying no attention what so ever.

Had I had  this Epiphany a month previous to writing, this thought may never have occurred. But after the purchase of a new toothbrush, my brushing experience has become substantially more enjoyable. Resulting in my knowledge of my poor decisions in relation to my mouth.

Hello. I love you.

Good evening internet, as you can probably assume I have created a blog, take that establishment.

I don't know why? We shall see how this turns out and re-evaluate the situation as need be.

But for now, Hi.