melpomene.
overbearing. too much. i get that a lot. but it would be awesome if that wasn’t the case right now.
i think way to much, but i just don’t know the answers and so i continue to think.
i wish i crawl out of my own head and watch things fall around.
entropy is for optimists. failure is for pessimists. worrying belongs to the realist.
happy, sad, mournful, joyus. are they all love songs?
open my eyes or cut my skin to see clearly.
