six is my favorite number. and now, exactly six years ago, this:

i won’t hate you.
i won’t hate you anyway, but definitely not over a blister.
fuck perfect. you and me, and no bullshit, and no perfection. perfect is boring.
bring on life. bring on real. broken down parts, pff. i have currently 3 scabs on my right knee.
and you know what? at first i thought great, now k will think i’m a little boy and fall off my bike all the time.
and then i thought, know what? fuck that. so i have scabs. and you have a blister.
it means nothing.
smile. and lean back, and be kickass you.
i won’t hate you.
🙂

silly. i love you. enjoy the ride.