Do you know the sound of a heart that just refuses to beat?
Do you know the sound of someone finally giving in...
There is definitely a mood around here. I'm not sure what it is. People are disconnected and wrapped up. In themselves. In each other. Sometimes I don't know where it's all going.
Sometimes I hate myself. Is this wrong to admit? I don't know. You start a conversation with anyone over anything real and intense, and they suddenly realize they have to go clean their fireplace and you know for a fact that they live in an apartment that doesn't even have a fire alarm, let alone a fire place...
Maybe I'm just paranoid.
I was looking at these pictures of Emma Watson the other day and it struck me how she's prettier at 13 than I have ever been in my life and that my friends, is a thoroughly depressing thought.
I don't even think I looked that good when I was 13. Although who knows, our inner views of ourselves are so skewed sometimes...
I feel a blue moon coming on.
Fare thee well.