what the hell is love, anyways? how is it possible for the human mind, heart, nature, soul to be so fucking complicated? how can things change so easily and no matter what you think, so effortlessly? nothing is truely what it seems. that's kind of a scary thought.


everything is happening so fast. it's all passing before my eyes. i dont want to miss it. i don't want to miss anything. bah.

sjdhash
what am i really doing here?
and is there honestly a need to even think about that fact?
does that show something? am i gone?

lopsidedallthetimeee