Times Change

Love, I've gotten engaged to a woman from my past.

Me and the previous girl have split and I've left no conscionable way for her to return. If she does it is spite. Respite.

The to be betrothed is my ex from when I attended highschool. We can call her Mist, but she prefers babe.

I don't have much to tell my, but my thumb might've snapped while I was sleeping... And I don't want to live.

Depression. Summertime sadness yet again. I'll try to write again.

If I can't.... Goodnight... And be brave. Be with reason.