Listening to: death cab for cutie - transtlanticism
Feeling: screwed
well, here is myy bodyy.
sitting on this cold leather chair.
look, there is myy soul.
slowlyy diminishing away.
myy mind is in its own place.
myy own little planet.
a safe haven within another.
i can onlyy hold on to myy mind.
even myy shadow chooses to hide from me.
[just a little thought]
heyy, youu!!
please stop making me feel guiltyy like so.
for the things i never told youu.
can't youu be content alreadyy?
with the things youu alreadyy know?
don't worryy your little head of big hair.
i'll turn out alright either wayy.
I also don't tend to sweat a lot.
Those people that do are just disgustiong. If you are sweating that much, stop playing =p.
[Hillbillyqueen]
new york sucks
isn't it expensive to live there though?