This nonsense with the pink-haired boy and friend is weighing too heavy on my mind.
I need to breathe in. Stop thinking for a while. Be rid of it all.
New Realization is still jumping in and out of my head [probably because I'm still listening to it], but now it seems awfully appropriate.
Love ya, babe, really do.
current music: cadillac of high hair by paris, texas
current mood: anxious