From behind the counter he thought you whispered you want more..

[angeles___]

I'm not sure what it is, but for some reason I feel that if I keep trying, I'm going to be able to spit out magnificent words and flowery verses into all these journals, and I think that a new alias for myself will give me a new perspective, like some sort of magic that will reveal the inner beauty that I'm supposed to be hiding somewhere. Januaryfebruarymarch has begun and I can feel the subtleties of it weighing me down already, yet it's only the second of the month. I'm longing for summer already, and this time last year I was satisfied with winter. Or at least I think I was. Truthfully, I don't remember much, except for how cynically apathetic I was, resorting back into safe thoughts and idealistic views on the world and relationships and teenage years, and how pathetically teenage-cliche I am, how pathetically teenage-cliche I've always been, and how I strive to free myself of that, but I'm wallowing in it, and I'm just tired of people looking at me with condescending glares. I want to be thought of as more than I am. Or I just want to be more than I am.

Matt Pond PA is amazing. I bought Emblems last night, and each song is more beautiful than the one before it.