Hyposubject

I have an eternal relationship with myself. It is a hedonistic ship; innocent.

Not only am I skeptical, but I have a little to my credit.

The finishes and flaws are, for the most part, infinite.

When it was new, I could love all night.

However, when I sat down to think, I could not break into the living.

I resist; I cancel. I try without.

My wishes, loves, and quests were broken as a rule, and bound in half a year.

One day I told myself this thing had happened.

I realized that my life would continue.