Dead Inside
My iPOD is my drug. It allows me to not think of all the thoughts I want to think of. I put those headphones in and all I hear is Dave Matthews Band, The Who, etc.
Every so often, my own thoughts will try and interrupt this drug
but then the lyrics, the instrumentals put that thought in the back. This however does have a drawback: when I have to take the headphones out, those thoughts all come crashing back into my head...
"Remember when he said this...Remember how he has this...Remember when he did this..."
It is a terrible desire to want to know everything.
Where is the off switch on this damn machine I call a brain?