Future.

It's been a good year. Yup.

Can't let your cold heart be free.

OCDs are not funny. Neither are crisis or panic attacks.

What's funny is how people use those words, so lightly, like they're not a big deal.

If someone uses those words that way it's because they never had a crisis, a meltdown, a panic attack, or spent several years fighting his/her OCDs.

Those things can mess you up, make your heart freeze, push people away from you, so they don't get fucked up as you already are.

But who can blame those lucky ones?

Nevermind. I'll just keep building walls around me.

Non Sum Qualis Eram.

And that is really sad.

I hope I can come back. I'm setting sail, coming home.

Mother, I'm here.

I Was In Love With You.

Your distant eyes-

Insincere smile-

And hollow refrain-

Yer blues.

I dig my hole, you build a wall.

One day that wall is gonna fall.

Stuff Not Done Today.

I'm sorry semiology, wing tsun practice and vacation planning. There's just so much porn. SO. MUCH. PORN.

I Heart Books.

Pain is temporary. Books are forever.

We're all getting so tired of you. The things you say. The things you do.

Drums.

I just miss you so much.

.

To feel completely horrified by one specific day of the year.
Can't escape time. I tried, trust me, and there's still a couple of  days to kill before I have to face it.

I would NEVER do that to my robot.

Rain.

I was just outside campus when it started to rain. Not a storm, just a little sky water, gentle and sweet. And then people around me covered their heads, worried looks on their faces. 
Well it got me thinking. Why do all these people run away from the rain? Why don't they just accept it?
And then it hits me.
I'm not accepting the rain, she's accepting me. Any day soon she could decide to stop happening and I'd be left here in this world, rainless. Rainless!

Sir, thou art amazers.