Wasn’t my rank 19 two days ago?
I don’t worry because I’m heavy, but I worry because I’m light. I’m thinking, why am I alone? I’m worried about my faith, but I’m happy to be in love. She’s just an ordinary girl who wants to be alone. I could scream Superman is dead! Why, yeah why? Doesn’t anybody ever know? That the world is someway, someway—high. Doesn’t anybody ever know? That the world is someway, someway—high. If I don’t make it I say I loved you all the time. I’m being jaded.
how much of an asshole I am? It didn’t hit me till recently, and now I’m just a total asshole because of the past memories that I have.
Like: I know nothing I ever say makes any sense. Anything that I may say might never make any sense as a matter-of-fact.
and now that I put everything out into the open… everything in general seems to moving along rather well. I should really knock on wood as I say that, but yeah. Does it really matter?