Nothing special. Just normal 'issues'.
What is terror? How do you tell yourself that you're terrified of who you are? Of what you could've been?
When does dissection and analysis become less character-building and more shameless posturing?
I think I'm happy. Then I don't. Do I even know how to be happy? Who the fuck did I think I was making decisions about my future?
Oh yeah, I'm just so cool and happy and well adjusted and smart and stoned and just as lonely as everybody else.
I need an escape. A healthy emotional outlet.
I need to be somewhere else, with different ideals. Somewhere perfect. Sublime. A neverending mirage of success and fulfillment.
Wish I could escape to Olympia with my Aidyn. I don't even know how I'll survive without seeing you, my friend. I need you so fucking much right now, and I'll never know how to tell you.
When does dissection and analysis become less character-building and more shameless posturing?
I think I'm happy. Then I don't. Do I even know how to be happy? Who the fuck did I think I was making decisions about my future?
Oh yeah, I'm just so cool and happy and well adjusted and smart and stoned and just as lonely as everybody else.
I need an escape. A healthy emotional outlet.
I need to be somewhere else, with different ideals. Somewhere perfect. Sublime. A neverending mirage of success and fulfillment.
Wish I could escape to Olympia with my Aidyn. I don't even know how I'll survive without seeing you, my friend. I need you so fucking much right now, and I'll never know how to tell you.