I don't understand myself.

I have these preconceived expectations, and yet I find myself completely disregarding them. Or maybe I just made all of that up out of an excuse to tell you why I couldn't? Though when I sit back and imagine the married me in twenty years time, all my children are blue-eyed blondes.

Now, the pressure. Sure, not exactly Arian, but halfway there (in comparison). Now I have to deal with what to do before this last week and a half runs out.




H.