Awesome lyrics.

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?

Just txted Africa the names of some songs I was mentioning to her earlier. she responded in awkward

"Okay awesome"

I really didn't care. I wanted to tell her the songs because she mentioned she wanted to listen to them. Not really mentioned but implied through the way she spoke.

A good measure of living well is to see if you pause after you write the words "because."

I mixed reasons up with the emotions I still regretfully have for her. The original reason was what was just written, but it turned into: because i want to know her opinion and make her life better by showing her awesome music. I wanted to show her who i am (hopefully cool and independent) by the music i listen to. -wow that's prettyyyy fucking lame hahah.

Anyways, I think I'm growing some fucking skin. I feel like the last few months I've been walking around with open burn wounds covering my entire body. I'm finally getting a grasp of life again.

I choose to live by not dwelling in the problems I have now; problems I know won't be fixed at this moment of my life. I'm constantly putting pressure and stress on myself to figure out all my problems at once instead of taking time to let myself rest and gain composure before trying to figure out how to work them out.

I'm starting to gain focus. I've been realizing I'm spending most my time inside my head rather than outside of it.

I'm giving my mind a break. I'm turning the off switch and blocking all stressful problems.

Tomorrow I'm going to study intensively.