Being a good person fucking sucks. Especially at 5am when someone's fingertips spell out "let's make love" on your back.
But you know... do unto others... yada yada yada.

Shit.

Darkly dreaming.

http://www.stereomood.com/song/80365

It's one of those nights. I'm painting

God made her eyes for crying at birth
And then left the ground to circle the earth.

Secret society of rain appreciators.

And just like that, I think it's time to turn the page. All heart throbbing aside, it's been a great journey but I'm just too big for this playground now.
I'm out.

Why don’t we play 

a little game? Let’s

pretend that we’re

humans and that 

we’re actually alive.

It's deep in the middle of me

It's hard to remember now, the reason I dug our conversation up. One minuscule reminder of what we had.

I tell you that you're special and you tell me that I'm weird…

But you really are special. You don't even realize how special you are.

You're also fucking yourself up for no good reason at all.

If there was a way to make it all okay for you in this very instant,

I would go out of my way to do whatever is needed to make it so.

Here, I've said something nice to you again. I've also been really fucking sincere throughout.

What are you gonna respond with?

I did. I did know I was special. It just never registered how special I was to you.

The story and the memories that go with it... To think of how abruptly, ungracefully it all fell to pieces makes me nauseous. We had a fucking social contract, for fucks sakes.

"As far as this consciousness can be extended backwards to any past action or thought, so far reaches the identity of that person;"

But I don't want to forget, not this time.

I'm the only one in love

I want this song to have nothing in common with me.