jazz is my kind of music. when i listen, i can just close my eyes, and situations clear themselves up. see if you can interpret
from tonight: hit the road jack, and don't come back no more no more no more
from a story i read: "I love you," she said, "And don't ever come back."
from the kaiser chiefs: I can just imagine you and me, running out of steam, going through the motions. and i have no idea how you know when i dip my toes in other people's oceans
from the hives: find yourself another girl, one who'll love you true true true, find yourself another girl, who'll save her love and kisses just for you...
mostly i need to think about a lot of things. i need to stop making excuses for people and stop living in the delusional world that i love. things aren't always lollipops and rainbows. i realized that if anyone else had the weekend i had, they would consider it a bad weekend. like six TERRIBLE things happened to me, and i didn't even really notice.
fuck. im so numb to what happens around me
i'm so stiff and orderly with most of what i do too. i have to tell my body to relax when in a relaxed situation. when i go to sleep i find myself clenching my muscles and face and worrying...
i need to stop worrying.
i almost had a heart attack today
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