200 posts

Between school and life I've been busy.

I've gotten this blog past 200 posts, some of which actually contained music--though, most of this blog is about my life.

In those 200 posts, I've had crushes. I've fallen in love. Had nervous breakdowns. Admitted to being a failure. Grown. My dog has died. I've fought with the girl I fell in love with. I've complained constantly. I've graduated. I've started college. I've admitted my darkest fears. I've shared my exalting highs. I've opened myself up to an internet. I've created an entity that will outlive me. Just as Jay Retard's twitter, after i die, my children (wishful thinking), will probably find this, and most likely read it. In real time they can relate, or mock.
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Thank you to everyone that I've cared enough about to write to, about, and for.

All of my words carry a weight, and in context I've meant them all.

I've nothing more than the words that I shout from my crooked mouth. Nothing more.

I'm not a poet. I can hardly write in prose. I just exist. Thank you all for existing with me, and thank you in future, for helping me in my journey. I'll need all the help I can get.

I love you--all of you,
Wesley Wren.

P.s.

Je t'aime toujours de tout mon cœur.  Pensées caché par Google Translator

  The Space bar is a bitch sometimes.