Tuesday, August 17, 2010 / 1:16 PM

Strangely, there is this bittersweet after taste of every endeavour. Something like a plan gone wrong or a bunch of metal wires twisted awry. We seek and we search with all our might, but sometimes it just doesn't end up pretty.

Why does it always end up warped? Jagged edges that threaten to cut so ugly if you come closer.

AND I HATE NOT TAKING TUTORIALS WITH FRIENDS!

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All the love in the world, dear John