Alexander Kennedy

well, what can I say? I am a man of words, so much to say to so few. It's a dire situation when it's come to the point of writing down how I feel to an empty audience. I'm crippling shy and won't say boo to a fucking goose but there is something about the internet (combined with alcohol) that allows me to vent. If you're reading this, you know who I am but you don't really know me. Honestly, you don't. You could be related to me or our paths could have intertwined when I came kicking and screaming into your social circle, the point is, we're connected on some level and this is the only outlet I dare cast out into the domain. It feels damn good to get things off my chest, to tell you I love you, to tell you you fucking annoy me, but it isn't that easy face to face. Right now I'm facing a flickering monitor which reflects nothing but my own desperation with my own self concience. You don't need to bother reading this, but now you have, in which case you know my own personal feelings towards you. Thanks for being a friend, thanks for being by my side, thanks for understanding. If I like you, you're allright, If I don't, you're misguided. aren't we all...?