2012 has been horrible to me so far.
and i've been horrible to myself.
it's insane the amount of people who tell themselves and others that they can do better and then they never strive to achieve that.
they never try because they just wait for it to come to them.
but what if you already have the something better?
how can you know if you have the something better if you don't try to make the something better something better?
the past 4 days have just been a whirlwind of confusion and buried attitude.
So move, yeah move so move, yeah move
I've got nowhere to go, I've got nowhere to go
So move, don't move so slow, don't move so slow
I can't take it, I can whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
i guess i'm just thankful for tegan and sara, charcoal pencils, and good books. and these are concrete things that enter my soul and might just make me happy again. or at least content i can only hope, because i'm in the horrifying state of petrified panic where i can not go in public as i am.
i'm hungry and i can't eat.
