You! Get out of my head.

What do I do if I wake up now, and can't feel the pain and sorrow you caused me so recently? What do I do when I still dream of you, still hope for you in the most irrational and desperately doomed way?

Damn I'm easy. You don't even have to work on me. I just fall into your lap.

You must be a wizard, tricksy-ing me into giving you my forever. I both hate and love you. You fill my head with silly fantasies and I love that, and you fill my heart with dread because I know you'll never be here.

The worst part is that in hurting me, I continue to hurt those who fall for me. Its a shit perpetuating system.

I wonder how much you actually realize you're doing.

Its all just stories; whether they really happened or not, isn't the point, nor does it really matter.

Science is an organic as art. The second you've discovered anything, it is old news.

Writing works, are thoughts. The advantage of the Internet, is instantaneous updating.

I did it. I've lost the good war...and unsurprisingly, I'm wondering if I made the right choice.
Righter after, you're all "yeah, right on"...
and then I sit, get stoned...and next thing you know you're cast out onto an island in your mind. I'm filled with doubt, dissonance, and fear. So hasty.

Hastiness sure can hurt feelings.