So for the last week I've been trying to think of visage of a secret that I may have been a part of, but to no avail. Possibly because either I disallow myself to be endowed with such 'responsibility' and 'purpose', or I just really don't care about the share-alike terms of things people deem to be 'valuable information - ie: how incredibly fucking sexy Robert Patterson is'.
(Robert Patterson is Edward from Twilight)
There must be something wrong with me.
But upsides be told,
I don't even care.