I'm listening to: Dashboard Confessional - Remember to Breathe

stop running Juggernaut


There's only so much South Park and (unfrosted) strawberry PopTarts can do to make one feel better. And sometimes, along the lines of Weber's Law, it's practically nothing.

I don't think it's something that's arrived yet. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad. I must be capable of more than that, no? They make it sound so beautiful even for a classic nightmare. I hate thinking there are certain things that perpetually resist conscious control.

Bloody, fucking hell.




I'm writing again,
These letters to you
Aren't much I know.