everytime there is an earthquake, it happens when i’m taking a shit.
b-b-bounce bounce bounce
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
when you say goodbye to someone. and yea, you really want to see them again. but realistically, it’ll be a couple years. such a cold moment. so strange. nothing we can do about it, but enjoy these couple minutes.
man. why does this always happen to me.
whatever. anyway, i finally built up my credit and got my own apartment in downtown. slowly buying equipment and piecing together my home studio. after a long time off, time to learn how to put emotions into notes again. pretty stoked. but so alone. why can’t humans teleport yet.