I rarely find reason to write anymore.
It's not because I have nothing to write about, god, no.
It's because there are so many things in my head...
That it's really difficult to pull one out and elaborate on it.

Every thought is unoriginal.
I'm fairly sure I've thought all of them before.

This song is so good.
I wish I had the capacity to type out the lyrics.

[Why can't you come out and say it?]

I don't get what I'm doing here. Usually, I can pick my target, hover around it for a couple of days, then make it torturously apparent that I might be interested.
Then, it happens, and that's how it goes. I always get it pretty much all right.
I always make it obvious, but not so obvious that they think they might have a shot.

Right now, I feel stupid and like I'm either making it too obvious or not obvious at all. Or maybe they suspect, but don't care enough to engage.
The designer says I'm a fighter, but I can't feel my fucking legs.

Come out and say it.
Why can't you come out and say it?

Maybe this is a totally stupid idea. Maybe the stigma and the apathy is still there from eighth grade. Maybe it's still like that. Four years later, and we're still in the same place.
But we can't be. We've both grown enough to realize how stupid that is.

And you can only be SO similar to a person that you think is cool and good-looking without actually being interested, right?

The sound of dialogue, translated by a hack...
She still has time to surprise attack.

This year is bizzare. I feel like I'm floating around everything I do, and not actually engaging in it.

Right now I'm totally tuned out because of this song.
But I can't feel my fucking legs.

She still has time to surprise attack.

Why can't you come out and say it?