it's summer and the wind is speaking

today was so much in my brain.

today, there was a high school moment of stress reduction.

I never write anymore. I do play music though. Sometimes.
I'm writing a song.

so I think I am fucked.
(because I fucking ♥ angst)
way to go html skillz


but I'm stuck.
I don't listen to music anymore.
I don't make art anymore.


I honestly think I've gotten so used to feeling a certain kind of sadness in the form of anxiety/nostalgia/angst** that I don't feel normal if I'm not sad. I would say the feeling is like constantly being on the verge of catharsis...
it's like the plateau stage of emotional orgasm.

**which right now is being embodied by this song



I miss a lot of things. I miss missing.
I feel like I'm losing control.
i feel i feel i feel (which is something that I could never scorn)


understand/holdmyhand

and I'm off to bed.

I love writing this nonsense