Sun down, Sun up. I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate. I lie in rhythm to open doors. I follow suit and just want more. My reputations is the same it's been, and I don't care what happens. I read the book, so I know the end. I've probably said too much, but I've never felt more accomplished. I'm losing sleep. I'm losing friends. I've got a love/hate love with the city I'm in. I'll count the hours, having just one wish. If I'm doing fine, there's no point to this.

Daily Mosh

At the library "studying" until my next class.
My playlist so far has been:

At the library "studying."

these closets have been closed too long

Touche Amore is amazing.
I'm just laying in bed and "To the Beat of a Dead Horse" comes on. It's perfect.

That is all.