there are so many things, so many people, so many words, so many eyes, so many opinions, so many judgements, so many love yet so many pain, my pesimisms stark at me like hawk eyes, spitting on my face, i am a weak soul, yet a hard shelled exterior showers me, i am finding it hard to find joy in the small things of life, when it is so much something i love to do, yet it seems that someone is always unhappy in my happiness. i am like a substracter always substracting to achieve the magnum answer that is zero. i dont understand what love is if it isnt happiness, and all those things i thought was love was perhaps not love at all,  i would rather not seek it and lie here alone on my bed and wait to die. some peaceful day.

bombay bicycle club is all i need