What do you want to know?

I am an UCONNIE!

Smile*!~

Feelings of melancholy flows through my head, my heart, as I trudge along aimlessly, just taking up time while lost in these thoughts. Empty voids within me seem unable to be filled, probably due to being wary of the dangers in searching for the fillings of my void. Maybe that's why I continue to trudge on, merely circling around such dangers without having to enter it. Even so, shouldn't I grow tired of such trudging, enough so that I'd be force to face this danger? Success would lead to the filling of the void; failure would lead to the shattering of the central part of me, as the coldness would swept over me to numb my soul.

Chillaxin doin that damn thang