Devon &Epic Win.

I knew it. I knew it, knew it, knew it.

Yeah, well, don’t come near me

I’ve got friends in lower places

Struggling upwards

Taking in the view

Tearing up my eyes

With you in them

Don’t fuck with me

I knew it, I did.

This feels horrifically familiar.

We get caught in every tie we ever double-knotted, never taking the courage to step over them sometimes.

If we were as strong as our minds built us up to be, then how could we not handle such a weak attempt at something new.? A new level of life, far from any other we’ve encountered. A new experience waiting to be lived if only just for the privilege of writing it down for something all your own.

Ah, it’s been a while, my loves.

I suppose my mind cannot keep me away too long. But I’ve addressed an issue with the system; a slight apathy I cannot condemn to death and barely can contain. I tried once before to stick with my own time, my own mind, but got carried away- only once before -with the idea of Another’s. I have not indulged in such a venture since, but I find the time coming in which my weakness might be measured by how many friends I cut from my wires. Such a failure will not be tolerated, but I wonder if it’s worth cutting myself off from it entirely.

I guess I never got the point in pretending I had emotions that weren’t there.

But for some reason I get this feeling that it’s wrong.

Should I be pretending.?
Is that a part of life, faking it all the time.?

Seems like a dumb idea to me.

Bored.

Bored with apathy, though it’s left now.

Funny.

Thought it would never leave.

No fun to be numb.

Not much fun to feel, either, but you get lots more from life that way.

–

Can’t get the first few lines of Tiny Vessels out of my head.

Constantly have Dashboard Confessional in my head, too.

…

Huh.