shucks
oh, poor neglected vox blog. whatever did you do to me, to make me love you so little? it's not you, it's me. i swear. and it isn't right, really, because every time i do visit, i suddenly remember why i liked you so much in the first place. but then i don't log on, and keep not logging on, and then i simply forgot. it's heartless and unforgivable of me, but there you go. i could tell you that, in the near future, i will be different. better. more loyal. the girl, no woman, that you always knew i could be, as you believed in me more than i believe in myself. but probably i would be lying. and you'd know it, deep in your pretty little heart. such an old story.
nevertheless. one never knows. maybe i mean it this time.
