PROJECTJames

I'll be known as James on the internet and I won't give out a definate age all the time. I will talk to you for a little bit until you say something big and I mess up everything. I'm really good at messing up everything, really, really good at it.

I don't have many friends, or any, at school because I am a creature only capable of loosing and not gaining.

If you happen to get in a conversation with me I warn you now to not grow to like me. Chances are, I'll say something and thus comes the ending of our friendship.

I'm sorry.
Really, really sorry.



This is one of the best things someone's ever done for me by this amazing person. We don't talk anymore because she went for a while, left a heartfelt message and I was too flustered to respond. 
Horrible on my behalf, I know, but I've been trying to write up a response to her last comment on my page for a couple of weeks- each one getting worse and worse as I write them.

Here's my tumblr if you want to watch the things I think, the pictures I like and the stories I adore.
And then here's my Blogger which I don't go on much. I don't have much to say about it because it is nothing much more than a soeak of dust on a lampshade. 

I'm sorry for being stupid, I'm sorry for everything.