Shining Brow

I love my friends so much it gives me a headache. And makes me feel sick. I feel like Elva. I care so much, I'm sick because of it.

"Only the combined misery of all the men, women, and children within a mile, battering at me like a midnight storm."

You are you. Now isn't that pleasant?

I'm so confused. I don't even know what my own thoughts mean anymore.

One thing seems so clear one moment and the next it's so infinitely complicated that I can't even let it cross my mind without getting a headache.

Other things that used to give me butterflies now give me moths. Make me feel sick. Physically sick to my stomach. And sometimes I just don't believe my past self.

I think that this is the first blog in a while that hasn't been completely nonsensical... Depending on how you look at it I suppose.

There's a cross on the side of the road...

We live, we love
We forgive and never give up
'Cause the days we are given are gifts from above
And today we remember to live and to love.

...oh, the stuff you would learn! The most wonderful stuff!

I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see.
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could Use Somebody.
You know that I could Use Somebody.

Someone like you, and all you know and how you speak.
Countless lovers, under cover of the street.
You know that I could Use Somebody.
You know that I could Use Somebody.
Someone like you.

All in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep.
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat.
I hope it's gonna make you notice,
I hope it's gonna make you notice,
Someone like me!
Someone like me!
Someone like me, somebody!

Someone like you, somebody!
Someone like you, somebody!
Someone like you, somebody!

I've been roaming around,
Always looking down
At all I see.

Pooh Bear, Winnie the Pooh Bear!

My brother is a slugabed.