I have this idea that my general sense of life has 3 seasons, 3 moods, 3 intervals.
1. A depressive episode where everything that comes from my thoughts sounds like an edgy 14 yr old with waves of self pity yet self deprecating thoughts. It’s sort of pathetic. Maybe not sort of.
2. Every little thing becomes beautiful, more so than before. The way people interact, the way a genre of music sounds, the way my habits are my grandmothers and my aunties as well.
3. Where everything becomes a pretence to yourself because you can feel yourself starting to fall into that hole and try to cling and claw and scratch your way out.
i can't listen to welcome to the black parade because the whole song reminds me of people coming together and loudly singing their heart out to it and I don't have friends anymore
I guess I’m posting on tumblr now¿? How does this even work? Is anyone even going to see that I posted this? Am I just spewing out my thoughts into a void for no reason? Tune back in another night at 5 am for some more thoughts.