It’s really up to you.
A promise can be empty words in a moment to soothe a desire. Or it can be your bond.
I speak openly and truthfully. I expect at least the latter to be reciprocated. When I make a promise— sober, because drunk Amber doesn’t count— then you can bet on it.
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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels.
I am;
brutally honest,
a bad driver with a record to prove it,
a connoisseur of stand-up comedy,
the eldest child,
an aware procrastinator,
semi-sweet,
the result of my mother losing her virginity,
easily excitable,
a lover of music,
a pretty shit liar,
late to any event no matter what,
myself without apology.
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