Upon further readings of what has come to pass in late I realize that I am a fool for not realizing it earlier, and that realization is that I really am not the fool.

I am loved by a wonderful person with a wonderful child on the way. I've determined that, although still in the womb, my baby is a rocker and a metalhead. She'll never know what emo is, and I'll die before she finds out. This is great news.

I used to have friends but I doubt their intentions. I was blinded by my own naivity. I wanted to love my girlfriend and have the other as a friend, too, but what are friends if they can't get along with your girlfriend? they are competition and they still hold feelings that they tell me they don't. This means they lie. I hate liars.

I can't be friends with those who quarrel with my love, and be immature in their ways. I've grown up and I refuse to have contact with anyone but adults.

I have no skeletons in my closet, I have no secrets, I have no drama. If you present any of these stay far away from me.