March 6
The guestbook's back. We are like lovers, the guestbook and I. Sometimes we never want to see each other again. Sometimes we'll be on a trial separation, only to find that we need each other still. We've reconciled for now, though I do not know for how long. Love, it's so fickle. I can never make my mind up.
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.
What? But it's an inanimate thing? Arrr.